domenica 6 novembre 2011

orange park

come together
to this orange park
let's play life
as we like

words of smoke
smell of meat
hot coals

our existence
not been in vain
we can wake up
in the next hour

reflections of mirrors
withouth people
wood tasted
by time and sun
the sky speaks to us
of his relationship
with any crazy man
who looked at him

to search inspiration
the cold of this winter
forces you to stay
inside square houses

but the inanimate rides
are moved by themselfs
pushed by the wind

in this orange park

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