27 October 2007
A red tree with a blue drop of ink crossed the river
She didn’t know where is the forest
She met a blue cigarette
And a yellow lighter kissing.
The cloud is making
His own rhythm of Troy
‘What is your destination?’
Said Mary the rose
‘I am searching for my life of blue light.’
Replied by the shadow
And the green grass moves to the north for kate.
Circle circle round round table
I have sit a chair above
Slowing down the girly sin of a windy trip,
The weather missed the ship of sheeps.
The hill, the maze
the Cinderella on the shelf,
Live with Alice and the rabbit.
A fish sleeps at the corner smoking weed.
They meet and kiss their cheeks.
Standing horror shaking hips
gypsy Florence knows the Myth.
A lamp with my mind in it
shines to my eyes without a sleep,
Warms the wall and makes my piece.
Sydney, Sydney, pear of sweet,
sleepy Sleepy, I must sleep.
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