you have been good to me here it ends, and there it's srated to difficulty, to see everything sipmly is to close transparent thoughts, I am air, it is so exposed you can see everything about me and even in outer space, (there is) a lot of street adresses, everthing is so far away
I have no place, I have no place, for me
secod chance, beautiful words without meaning, you are calling me pictures of birds and cold mattresses drowing\sinking inside the golden walls turning off the light of the stars, brings me to the morining that falls\drops over me with empty faces, carrying flowers, you come back, you are coming to me