Moon Child
Life is like a spell, continuously burning
In the flame of our own hearts, of our souls,
Of our bodies and all the Physics we know,
And don’t know yet,
They are ultimately the mirrored seeds
We have planted, the wish we left behind
And we shall don’t look back.
Wandering through the Night, Dancing with the madness hours, I blow wishes of a magical knight. Seeing the sound, Listening to faces I saw my past lovers In old guitars speaking to me. Take him as he’
By undressing the layers that were placed on me, through the collective (society) and individuals,I get in touch with my soul. By undressing me from my country and my family I can travel freely to whe
As I lay down under a tree In Jungian land, The immensely powerful Sun God Warms the legs stretched to Him. A beer on my left side, Grass on the other, Writing words in a Summer's afternoon, Delightin