We walk the deserted streets of my city. The scorching hot cement sizzles that transparent vibration that warmth has under the light of day. We go from empty shops to empty museums to empty shops again, staring at blank walls finding refuge from almighty Helio under the protection of a more arrogant, self made God of the technological era. The air conditioning. Aha. Our crooked heads tilt to follow crooked images projected on walls. A pretty 15 year-old with a flowered dress, an Asian boy boasting acrobatic moves on a rooftop. Our crooked backs slouch in big chairs facing the shiny cars piling up near by. Our crooked teeth bite on the straws of our fifth iced tea for the day, we smile as we remind ourselves that the second we realize we are happy we aren’t happy anymore. So don’t think.
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied
In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Sitting beneath the trees, and thinking about you My heart, my heart is lonely Still don’t realize you left me lonely In the morning of summer, when life was lonely Remembering
Swallowed in dreams of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude strange sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers pant to
Swallowed in a dream of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude streams of sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers