Somewhere far, somewhere close
wherever we are
we set up a tent
we lured them to an extension
contrasts,the moon suspended,and we in his arms
to pamper a fake memory.
Swim passages
Red on the stamp scarf,the memories falter.In the hunt of fortune let me,under the moon the shelter,where flowering loves
of summer come leave
crushing the light
sky's.The seagull dives and falls in love
on trips, those that come,those who leave leaving
question marks.
wherever we are
we set up a tent
we lured them to an extension
contrasts,the moon suspended,and we in his arms
to pamper a fake memory.
Swim passages
Red on the stamp scarf,the memories falter.In the hunt of fortune let me,under the moon the shelter,where flowering loves
of summer come leave
crushing the light
sky's.The seagull dives and falls in love
on trips, those that come,those who leave leaving
question marks.