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Sweet moods feed our fairy tales
behind the eyelid of a flight
disguising the one dream
for the sake of a taste
of a shot of pink joy
of a bubble
of a toy ...



It's nothing but a dance, a journey of the soul
from the highest towards the nearest,
from nowhere to nowhere
from here, now
to now, here.

Eternity has
no beginning
no end
and no loop.

If music is a state of mind
if death is an instant of life
if poetry is a mood of the heart
and life just an instant of time,
while you sing your song
I rime these lines and look for a place
to fly.

Till then ...
my soul, be what you are
be free.