- Cut me with your smile -How I believe in you
And you doubt -
Forget me?
How could you?
You'll break, you know -
I have nothing left.
Memories are
Intangible -
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Monday, January 01, 2007
- Cut me with your smile -How I believe in you
And you doubt -
Forget me?
How could you?
You'll break, you know -
I have nothing left.
Memories are
Intangible -
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---Chasing the wind---
Most of us are so boring
because our cities are boring.
Long ago the nomads
must have been overcome by boredom
so they said,
"Let us build,
here and there and there
some hideous cities
made of stone...
So that our world-weariness
lies in the squares and streets
houses and apartments.
Because we're empty
and we're all in!
We're all empty and all in".
What's that called?
---Chasing the wind---
Something is needed.
Some kind of joy.
And once again I mustn't take credit for this work ...
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