martes, 8 de noviembre de 2011


no eyes so no pain


connected


(hope) to a hole


like a ghost


in a ghost city


I eat it all


maybe I need another world


to feel less strange


to love you better and more


so if I say sorry


I hope you know


but meanwhile I´ll smoke it all


I´ll burn all burning shadows


and bury the beast in a deeper hole


to forget about misscomunication


and the buzzing baggage


always ending as a lonely soul


far from you all


bird with no wings


with a long way to walk