Balloons are blowing all around
Whose colours give a wonderfull sound
And the moon seems smiling too
While giving slowly storms for you.
My balloon is small and fat
'Cause I've tried to interupt the map
Of my long long narrow line
Running fast above the time.
I've put the glass of wine inside
For to feel support and insight
And to dream about my head
While spending days in empty bed.
I've took a needle to…Continuer
Ajouté par Wind le 8 mars 2012 à 19:38 — Pas de commentaire
Look up to the ground
To hear it’s breathing sound
Which comes among the snow
And tells itself to grow.
Cold and tinny finger falls
To feel the warmth of snowy balls
As dirty minds keeps staying far
And knocks itself on the door of bar.
It’s cold and dark around the sun
What attacks the mind as gun
Which can shoot that dirty mind
And keep it’s ground blind.
I’m still a child,
Who wants to be blind…Continuer