-For David Bowie, thanks for give us all about being different, all about doing different sounds,all about being an "outsider", all about being our music.
I was on a chair,
behind a window, looking for the rain,
looking for heaven, looking for the sky,
looking for myself,
looking for the light,
looking for a reason ,a dream;
to make me supersonic,
to let everyone there, down,
to see the Earth since the empty,
to be,
to be...
Out of wars,
out of everything,
here with the stars,
here on empty.
I was missing the silence,
without anything,
with its real essence,
there, over an old chair ,my old site[...]
Now I'm here,without that mask,
without sounds,
without shouts,
without noises,
without the blue,here, I can be running on empty.
Out of wars,
ouf of my reflection,
just me and my friend the silence,
without fear,
only floating,
as a champion, as a fighter,
only living,
owner of my freedom,
oh, freedom!
Where have you been?
I have arrived here ,and I'm without fear,
with me and my soul,
here in the empty.
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Nobody knows me,
nobody can hear me,
because they are looking for nule answers there,down, like me before,
they're holding on for it .
And now I'm here,captain of my freedom cage,
because I have never seen the rain,
because I have never seen the big blue.
Now I'm here, over the wave,
I realise that I haven't got opportunities down,
I will live and die here,
condemned to look the beautiful Earth, senseless sweet,sweet home.
Blue, green, white, black, yellow,red, poor, rich, powerful.
I won't be there to see its evolution, simply I will be again behind a window that covers the real life,
I will be out of wars,
I will be [...]
I will be here, shining in my star,
I will be,
I will be loving you.
YOU ARE READING
Words Of Wasp
PoetryFar between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll. We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing. As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds. Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
