Flash begi batean

Later...
caressing the walls of the night
which seeds are sprouting with music?
later...
completely bewitched by magic
cigarettes seem like burning eyes

Darkness, darkness, darkness
are your hair strands igniting... or not?
I'm inside your web

Later...
I love the pain collection
bicycles climbing up our backs with a wheelbarrow
later...
sitting on clouds
unable to escape from the museums of utopia

Breeze, breeze, breeze
are your hair strands igniting... or not?
I'm inside your web.