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…



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