How easily we forget that
We all tell stories off the dragon's mouth
And live monstrously drawing villages with heroic same
Living
We all are the same, same intellectual abilities
Same rewards and same pain
We all have the back stage
Celebrity or not
We all are distribution of poor
before
Riding...away...


observing you, creating a current
of your game, with your tactics
you never ..but never disappoint me
open products for new material
i overpower you in your own game
and you fall into your own ditch every time you feed yourself
and i enjoy the view from this side of
humorous stage of cookbook of a female anarchist...


Haven't been inherited for him this much
Suddenly you turned to him
Convinced that he had something to hold on to, only the cooperation of you
But surely he didn't know it was an energy of a single word
And that brought you two together with me
Seeking miles with melodies
You know how the journey, how the travelling feels
Compromising with enduring extremes ..the heat and cold
With conditions of well remembered past
And never considered present
But he is alive ...maybe
Because of you..