And the eye of the wind stretches its wings

Where should it fly along with a child?

The willow stares in the middle of that forest

of which leaves are turning yellow, before blue.

Unknown alters its existence

as fast as a shadow’s burning flight.

Above the silence these hearts chant

Where’s the moon’s line if not inside a cloud?

Turning from black to white and thus explains itself.




What are you looking for bittersweet imagination?

Are you missing a wing, a song, the air to conquer?

Should they swallow their pride and utter about an uncanny fellowship?

Is it too hard to breathe among careless feelings?

I think I do… know where the highest star lays.

Should I give forward the secret?

Where hide it if it’s unsafe for them to let its mystery glow?



Forgive my persistence, but aren’t you the time who steals…

fright and illusions deep, close, yet far away?

I was told it was true!

Had I not felt the sun I would have not smiled…are you real?
Forgive my persistence, but this red room has imprisoned…

my thoughts, fears and should I escape?

Do I even want to?

On the edge, in the middle. Yes I am! Are you? Should we?

Can they? What next? and most important… where to?


Encrypted map to…a perfectly perceived thought

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

12:58:23