i

what is of variance
more than a good dance
to express

the same but different
for each one
we worship romance

or wonder our existance!
like fire or fleeting as
a kiss..

ii

the plastic palm trees or the moon
makes no odds
i am blessed and naked

son of man-fred astaire
(one eye on the bouncers)
the precision of time

the dying swan
the celebration of the ****
that meant survival

the safe journey of it´s soul
back to it´s ancestors..
sun´s rise..