I remember
days of ather-raging skies roaring with alcohol and pretty crashes
among nuts and neats particles of dust, tasty like cherry and butter.
Too fine to forgott!
Sick sick, sound. Pretty pretty much all I can take right now
I remember silvery tongues, roaring skies bloatted with sweet sweet rum.
How nice!, how cold!
The ice felt like candy snow, trimming our clothes
they felt like the unlikely touch of destiny
unheard, surprise!, here it could be, so soft
but nope... not there, here: within me.
Music spreads in the air
Flaws of the present ones, blossoming swift under winds of life
The key is the master, to master the key to love. A note!
So... where's that heart?
miércoles, 19 de marzo de 2008