marți, 5 februarie 2013

In the dying eye a tear

Do not ask me
I do not know when the end
is near
Fear is a sky without celestial bodies
As a changeover
Meat into ground


Now you know what to take with you
On your long journey to the stars
You do not need garments
Nor money
Just a clean conscience
And courage


Sooner or later
We''ll all meet there
Visit me in my dreams
So I know you're doing fine
Wait for me
In the garden with angels


In the dying eye a tear
A last breath
With the scent of illusions...

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