I live in a pond swamped by giant waves, wake up every morning my good only loony brain. I will keep on working with the big tomato blight.I won't ever tidy what is left on my drill site. Feel to show you that we grow up just to end in graves, waiting for proposals coming out from microwaves.

Everyday we come on board to join low level lives, sharing with the passengers the pleasures of our flight. People fill the distance, getting closer, you just flee, lying in the garden, in the garden of

your sleep. Feel to show you that we grow up needing what we crave, waiting for disposals to come out from what we pray. Everyday we come on board to sail on seas of doubt, sharing with the

passengers the fears that we're about. People fill their distances with love and you just flee flying on the meadow of the life you are used to live.