Pulling the blue sky toward me, light kite, aluminium.
The American dream, England first, second, dinner and
a closing speech. Memories of a girl and boy, catching
crickets in the morning dew. The sky falling down, when
looking behind sweet love. A broken heart I found in her

dream, it makes me sad. I used to play outside, chasing
butterflies blue & white. A picture inside, wide fields
and green meadows burning in the sun. It was like summer
or something close to an endless groping. Ample darkness
when dawn came. Rising his wings over me, no more sky...