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Lipi Apr 2015
when arrived, feels like home
like a bubble, like a dome
peaceful people all around
enjoying this crazy sound

so much colors, crazy figures
all this smells pulling my triggers
intense, incense, aromatic
be tense? no sense, just be static

entering, meeting the fellows
or should I just say some jellos
wiggling with the rhythmic music
for us this is therapeutic

waves of sound hitting my face
punching hard with deepest bass
I believe that things will turn
I choose not to be concernded

this 'so crazy, this 'so good
here we find the greatest brood
jewls of every generation
some eletric, others pacient

colored waters, not for thirst
only if you need a burts
shining patterns underneath
make it hard for me to breath

then the sun comes up for us
contributes for the new buzz
now you see who's there with you
and who didn't make it through

sunglasses get pulled out
soon the sun will loudly shout
soul, mind and body fused
into one nice breakfeast juice

that's when people start to leave
not what I like to archieve
"I will stay", I always say
until the end of the day

molly, goa, lucy, prog
buds and buddys, love and fog
I'm so glad this moments caught me
this is just my type of party
Ayin Azores Apr 2015
shiny sparkles of fairy dust
twisted horrors of the past
take a peek through the stained glass
and listen to the lullaby of the lass
a heart that is shallow and frail
gossips of the nightingale
let’s look back on that one summer day
as we slowly turn around and say a prayer
kiss the jellos goodnight
paint the purple sky and run wild
close your eyes
and wave goodbye
Originally posted on my personal blog: iamnamedafterabiscuit.blogspot.com

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