viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2011

About baking an idea.

It has been said and it’s clear
that reality is really real,
but i’m really not sure how
we make of the truth a vow,
and that is really the deal.

Let me play this game of hares,
with the handsomes, the misses
and the bares. “Trues, trues”,
sing the birds in their flauty tunes,
just looking for their broken tools.

One and one and one is two,
hop and hop and hear you too,
cause five and five is mine,
so kmon and make a lie,
on a road gone by few.

I know you may not understand,
and that is what, ¡may you realize!
Walking forth and forth by hand,
not any more alone, ¡and on demand!
That is that. You can analize.

“But think no more,
it’ll do you wrong”
Said a priest behind a wooden door.
“You might go away even more.”
I said, “Yes i will, here, i don’t belong”.

But being alone is no easy task, i thought.
When one is three and three is all.
Just to catch you here, with all you’ve got.
Like an everflowing water drop.
In the middle of everything ¡Having a ball!

To sum it all i tell you this rhymes are few.
For my task i wont resign,
And to be complete i must adue,
that i am not just another you,
i am all together the right and the divine.