wounded by the rain were running the weeks
I was playing a minuet from the park invaded by dwarfs
the field waters were breaking
over the pond of the sociopathic crocodiles

(today we’ll eat salad of hearts
flavoured with only two roots of datura)

was interesting we were avoiding certain destinies
we don’t gave a damn on fatality we were finding it totally boring
we were playing some kind of a hyde and seek with the fate
we were loosing ourselves in the purple ocean of the clouds of sunset

we were hiding deep in the desert
we were building a castle for us ...