slowly walking down 4eme of Paris
feeling you drunk next to me
expecting the glorious poetry of your observations always so accurate
back then kids in a mysterious adventure
now the fish is happy in the aquarium as the cat is watching it
both is a strange company predicting the future
knitting the fifth dimension
dreaming of you next to me already happening in a parallel universe
as the thread of Penelope goes on and on
believing miracles unreasonable almost mad to the calculating suitors
devouring time…
Thank Gaia 