Tiny people, the same union.

All I get from life as a sweet cookie;
Is nothing more but the deep taste of tea.
All I get from my dreams of a rookie;
Is something more than just some "oui"

This is more than fair...
It is equally divided into hearts.
And hearts into one,
Bind together just at dawn.

All emotions go into sound waves.
And those sounds just melt into graves.
And the end is far more than close!
And the sound waves goodbye...

A bar of unchained words;
Without respect and without perspectives.
A bar of golden meanings and a pure heart,
Tonight the rituals have been delayed.

The missing poison of untold stories,
The antidotes of future disease that I hold in my hands.
The cure of many other pains and many other days…
The life’s just longing to last forever.
And the body’s too tired to walk out and play.
With bars of meaning and pills of memory ,
No depressed state can remain that far.
No cuddling voice can pass though…

A sparkle is to die for.
A wish is to live...
And lesser the meaning greater the experience!
The age…
The thought…

And classic scenes from retro movies.
Bars and pop-up feelings.
Some alcohol, a bit of joy.
Some other dream to come...
Don’t come sober
Don’t love sober…
Don’t caress…
Just omit.
Just vomit.


Mantras upon my path,
Leading me to the promised vale of illusions.
Opium and salt covering me from beneath,
And dreams that never disappear when I’m in shades…

And in shades !
And in daylight !
And in blindness
And in shyness…


Tiny sounds that rush over the soul,
Smaller particles of faith that is to be collected,
Somewhere beyond this world they long to be United.
Tiny people, the same collection, the same union…