Five planets retrograde, five elements aloof, five fires burning and the winter gone
Oh my love , oh my egomania, my dressing up!
The roles we play , the stories we say, the drinks we have and the division of you and I
How far this train can take us empty handed mindful of our past freaking out in the present and hope for the future
What a train indeed!
Messing up with meaning again stranded between worlds divine solemnity acquired
What is your name? What is your fame?
Pissing in the dread of the money you loosing you spend you gain you give and take
No thing just the evening caressing the jasmine flowers as their scent Is gifting the universe in my absence
Thank Gaia 