holy days

wat we digging is wat we planting

lunch box lying on the ground remains flies

hammock between woods within the woods

only like paradise when wind breezes

a 40 min nape is fulled imagination

perspiration represents day to day's mental construction

sunburn from the sun of god gives to men

mosquito having a concert around people

worms appear when roots are revealed

fasten strap with my saw on waist

spading is technically neat and fast

dirty work hard work take a break

im a farmer without you

the harvest will bring abundant fruits of you

no right

where is my light,

in typhoon on the island side

the moon festivel is without any moonlight

before the night, a clown is listening to zarb fliping on the roadside

kiss your eye kiss me right

step on the stairs being ready to stay over night

sex with shower outside

holding our hands no need to be quiet

in that damn Sweden, we cant find my red light

god father and mother both are fucking light of strick

dig your heart and stole my soul

right light right side right night all

la demeure d'un ciel

this morning, la demeur d'un ciel

singing to me in my daydream

mi grande bebe

away

no any kinda of love

only loving everyone who decide to be there wating for me sharing with me

it has been being a habit that the journey tells my soul representing different stories of all

my rainbow storm makes me stoned

no a joker, it's a serious relationship

we are partner? as two traveler? like a lover? forever ?