Tuesday, February 17, 2009


The helicopters outside
Fly on my night
And you have made
Of your mind an airport

I am sorry
For not being sorry
When everybody
Began to suffer

I believe it is less dramatic
When it happens in a monitor
In real life
I always like to
Home in beauty

It is better for the heart
For the mind
For the soul

I did not meant to give life
To your disguises
But I felt them
And touched them
And now that they are alive
I love them too

In creation
There’s no accidents
Only art

We love
The work
Of our spirits

It remind us
Where we come from
And where are we going

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