"She twirls for couple of minutes
and looks for you in the crowd,
in that rolling second of
her moving glance
you better stay there calm
and with that sweet smile
ready enough to tell her that
you know her over dreams,
you know she'll look for you,
you know that she is the angel
who kisses you with her dance
to turnado for orchestra
and cries 'til you write her
in all good sentences.
Maybe she is long gone and
more virtual for love and hurt.
Maybe she can help you
throw yourself in fire and
jump out of this **** window
crashing all the gleaming glass
making you fly all the way down
through, let's say, a 50 stories
before you join her force
to fight all the resistance
in your brain and the reality that kills
your heart, bone and raw flesh
and woah, good that she keeps
you all in her good intentions."