Oriol

Can you identify, that easy thing, between Doll’s House and sky, what has been emptied, makes other parts sing, like love to this waterside, you need no inquiry, when dreams become nothing, and then buried, who needs bells to chime, when we all think, here’s such a good time, some drive Mercedes, laugh as they fling, stuff that makes them happy, each stage of life, can end in a blink, some kiss their wives, in a summer's twilight, you might watch me string, streamers on a kite, then we’ll start flying.