The door opens thanks to our own
to finish the last artistic word
from an artesian in the 15th century
to be my only best friend
having no trust in human beauty
to know love will lead to disappointment

To be a broken man
pale as a lizard in the cold
liken to a painting
ready to be sold

To wish not to feel
to know an Ideal
to find a state of mind
to find the soul of mine

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris