Or was it smoke that surrounded my thoughts When I was sitting in my garden
That black Monday (momentaaninem pimeys, melankolian iдisyys) Brought flowers and silence, but that sunshine is in another aspect Nothing But a verbal virus when I welcome the clouds... Sub specie aeterni I still am the mechanic hippie And the outside is reflected inside me... well Am I the shadow of myself, coz I really Don't believe in the empty shadows (but When I believe then and only then I Believethat I am not I) but it's nice And relaxing to stand naked by the window watching heaven's children falling As rain (samalla kun piirtelen viivoja veteen ajatusten merenpinta laskee alle normaalitason) ...but after all take what is needed, so children forget heaven...