Image is innocent
Sound is naive
Text is merely a kid
They follow
a list of wish
of their mother’s need

Shouting all the time,
the crowd is
I found myself sitting
how I want to be

Pleasing everyone
I cannot be
Yet I could show
some sights very honestly

Among the concrete trees
I am looking for a little key
to open the door of perception
to sail the ship of relation
voyage of frozen moments
bizzare and absurb lemons

22h