Pink, soft, tender, sweet,Grace, clean, supple, weak,Tears, fragile, realist, passive, small,Poor level, level,Listening, feeling, sensitive,Intuition, pearles, milk,Justice, nurse, mother, below andMind clear, stupid stupid
Favour, smooth, wash, left,Child, and pressing bitchCaress slow, easly levelHome, house, lisptick lipstick
Dream, sexy, awkward, bungle,Foolish, sewing, knitting, pretty,Broom, mindless, kitchen, child,Empty light, lower lower
Slim, clean, nail, plait,Ass, mouth, breast, bottom

I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning
An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally
To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally
3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want



























I’m gonna beOlder






Finally

Was there a boy, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight
Was there a girl, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight
Wandering boy, or girl, or boy and girlAnyway

No,


not there and not hidden,Foxtake your responsibilitiesI can see youI do, scatter youIt is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t thinkAnd cover your mouth, but show your eyesI have to see where your’ looking atGo on TV the
boredom is there to listen to youHow many
we have lost, won, received share, to takeShow you on the webHow many evictions this year ?
How many flights ?
How many expulsion today ?How many expulsions this year?

White, salt, pearle fallFall on the ground,And disapear
The day goes, slow downWhere do we go from here ?
Hold me and tell me,Why on the ground, and here ?
All your fingers inside,As time goes byAs a little wave on my backThe reasons change as clouds
Pass all the day so slowly,
Hold me and tell me why i go away and far
And when the wind gets up, i’m never sure,To walk, on the good side.