The roses of Luck - Those flowers that usually get stained with our blood...

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The roses of Luck - Those flowers that usually get stained with our blood...

 

Be well!!

 

 

Leaning 

to the window

of my daily life

 

Leaning 

to the window

of my daily life

 

I stay there

without words

no concepts

or thoughts

 

watching how the wind ruffles the living things

and goes around the corners

and goes around the corners

 

 

While the clock sounds

I get lost in my mind

asking me

asking me

how many things

does a thought mean

 

how many invented words

has the soul

 

 

I am only eyes

that look at me

and feel with moments

that wet my retina  x2

 

 

Leaning to the window

of my daily life

 

Leaning to the window

of my daily life

 

Watching how the wind ruffles the living things

and goes around the corners

abd goes around the corners

 

and sometimes

sometimes

sometimes removes 

thorns

from the roses of my luck

 

and sometimes

sometimes

sometimes 

removes 

thorns

from the roses of my luck