Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Atavan Palliative Care

I'm exactly like that ... I could have written it ...



As a happy thing to fall

And silent as the snow

From the sky huge

in a small street

It was not a short trip

Suddenly I fell

opened our eyes to my knowledge was in the air echo
a song of no regrets no trial

As a happy thing to fall without feeling offended

And without ever wondering where to go or where to bring her down for no reason I fell fallen drop drops on

Ed arrived Bottom of the Sea

so I started to dig up the head to have a heavy heart and empty soul unknown

under your fingers until you feel the meaning of life


As a happy thing that Uun fall from a swing that blade of grass covered with dew that seems to write his poem

Only two lines just a phrase but its mystery already m'incatena

In nature there is no progress as time passes but it's now

Now I feel gratitude for all the world and a deep well

Now I feel under your fingers, the meaning of life as a fantastic

hear high-pitched crying of a baby that wakes us up at night

Indeed there has already awakened

There has awakened ..... The meaning of life.

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