In the fragile distant ( to the voice of a Dytonique accordion)

In the fragile distant

wood

the tree's still like to wake the drumming summer.

the river storming the painful bird shot

the distance far and run.

I sail a storm in the head of a shower but the green overtakes my pride and I see too many colours in mens eyes

too many veins in their hands delicately drunk in the heat of the days work

Across the tide falls

Played the kittens like children and places like this

will always exist

and places like this still exist.

a little wine spilt on this.

and places like this will still exist...

ba dum ba du dum ba du

dum dum

escapisim is a funny art.

fair and full and free.

strings between fingers

strength beneath toes.

the circus is calling me in the notes

the clown of the body

circus fruit

pirates

brittle

and in the wains

rooted.

heart.

Strokes me through

Nothing restricts my love I see too many heart founded fables

tales

old and streaming

through the green and blue ocean

the blue ocean

rises and pangs sway

waltz's

devours and

then free's

Europe from its slavery

free's my heart

my slavery

call art form

the haunt from the wrists of many sky

hipped men with colours

golden and brown an

yellow and black

blonde hairs

this fairs through

Kissing my brow

brew

brew

brew

Eye's up and

sweetly sighing

the green wood in

haartenberg

bounce bounce my little

girl bounce alive

the living swirl

bounce bounce my little girl

the accordion will still pain play

the sun still heat.

and fall

my heart still

beat even if I am 905

this heart healed and it feels

so good.

Alex

He sails in the eye's of the mountains .

Boy he raises his eyebrows like a boy.

Yellow shades in his skin and veins

running upwards his arms

Monsieur alex is a funny man .

Though he shades his skin with the impulse of the sunshine call

the words are flowing through his mouth, his heart.

these words are true.

Eyes deep green orange and blue

maybe yellow too.

dark ochre colours I feel, like clay.

the water cold but

freeing .

sun lid train by and by you

Alex you are alive and I am

to.....

Haartenberg by the fire

We are all proud of our countries

though we share it in our pockets

Alex

'Garet' life is waking me and putting me to sleep over

and over again .

The Kitten taps my shoulder

to tell me he's iling, ailing his

breath

the night is.

It is the wrong time my friend to give it to him.

How lucky I feel in this world of so many faces 'naochebi' (wrinkles) , streaking and

bleating through me like moonshine.

nani na nas e

alour....

this is the life of the theatre tree

man.

Sparta

Czeska Respublika

Poland.

Georgie

and

Prangi.

de cour.

plus I am true.

Space man

I am a space man

launching in to the past

space man.