he looked at me and the music was flowing
the day was long and i was absent
some video tape playing the lies
of lost promises
Jupiter in the eighth
the day was young and the night empty
and i knew he will be back
like the bird to the warm places , he will be back
to a place he never been before except in his drunken dreams
or not…
the tears soft on the eyelids sadness
this carpet is magical…
are you staying for coffee Josephine?
Thank Gaia 