Sunday, April 30, 2006

It seems so :)


Did you ever thought that a little boy can open a big gate?
A cothin, a sound, a smile, a note?


OOOppss..he is not little anymore ;)

Ha?
Nothing..

Dejavu'


it was sun,now there is also
the bus was crowded, the taxi is late
it was 3 oclock, now is 4/50
it was sunday,now is friday
the same road, the same purpose
you feel a orange smile...Bethoven starts singing
the air is like a sea of silence
a subway station, i am not alone this time
a plain, a bus
a heart, another heart
shh don't tell anyone that you saw that before ;)


I raise a glass,
Make a toast, a toast in your honour
With a look you tell me you don't wanna dance
Cause on my right it's mister Boujangles,
With a smile it's telling me it's time!

To let you go.
Maybe i'll see you in a dream somewhere in Prague.