God is dead,
thus Zarathustra said...
some nights, i look up to the stars,
so bright, yet far away...
Loving me is rought,
And I don't know how to tell you...
Can i tell you something?
There are days i fear my heart will stop beating...
I almost shed a tear today,
And that was for a guy...
Where have you lost into that sea?
Rise and gently come back to me...
I sit and drink my coffee
and I wonder briefly about the universe...
The hum of the drum of the washing machine,
Bubbles and bounce, making everything clean...
The morning Trek!
A look at the urban morning transit ritual...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
todays the day
that I find my peace...
Summers come and go,
body aches worsen daily...