Good morning
YOHO! I’m saying good morning
Why does everyone look constipated in the morning
Why does no one smile in the metro and are kinda boring
Why are they striving with anyone for anytime when they’re talking
Everybody pretends to be reading the newspaper
Only to hide their faces avoiding to come across
Someone they know or another they hate
They give the impression
They are going to the hanging room not to work
With their sharp looks
And their steps even stronger
Than those of a solider when they walk
Hey guys!
Here the earth is not a shooting in Hollywood
Life is just an LOL face so tell me why so serious?
Do you think chasing your shadow will make your eternal happiness
Live to earn money and select luxury goods without enjoying is your
success
Why work to work not work to have fun nonstop
Don’t tell me this is life, cause life is an LOL face
Come on why so serious
Stop for a moment and take a flashback of your life
See how you behave and how stupid you are
Running toward an unknown future
And leaving the most beautiful moment behind
Why follow the pace of life
Imposed by don’t know who
Make yours and impose yourself by what you do
And if life has made you a marionette
Make it a skeleton and exhaust all its forces by your ignorance
Oh, don’t you know
Life is a game so let’s play
Show your LOMA side
Cause life is just an LOL face
Don’t be so serious!

I am sweet for him,
Not for the way his eyes shine when looking into mine,
But for the way he humbles me,
Bringing heaven down to a war-torn Earth.
His ceaseless caring shows me there is more than beauty between us,
There is kindness, and a passion few will ever encounter.
He is the hope that restores faith, and the faith that makes you believe
That there is compassion left in this universe,
And though his heart burns with the inevitable fire,
That brings weak men to their knees-
He beckons me to become,
Sweet.

I’ll be on the mountain top* with the stars around my ears. My God to lift my life filled bones, higher than every tree and stone atop the slowly turning earth.  The embodiment of bird and sky, with word filled wings to bend the wind and to cut the currents of this life.  Like the westerlies, the blueish skies and the seas my father painted in my eyes.  

And you will be in the valley below* with the same... foolish... guy.

Pity this,

But not you Miss Fish.

Pity me for the try.