Age

Do you really wanna know
How old am i?
Well, come on, let me dry
From the water of sins
Someone gets all the wisdom of failure,
Someone just wins
With a couple of queens
Against my king in the wallet
 in the pocket of jeans
I still live in my needless and restless eighteens
Though I’m twenty five
Give me a knife
To cut my age
Live another young life,
In stardust,
On the stage
Put my beautiful body in the golden cage
With a secret door
Like we did before)))
Give me a plate
With my tasty cooked fate!

Give me a spoon
I will eat it all up…so soon

Even without a fork
With my fingers
Give me a reason to talk
And inspire my wish to walk
Away
With a chance to come back
California. Amtrak
With the aim to return
With the goal to learn
Big huge lesson
After little tragic
To make sure once again-life is full of unconscious magic
Predicting something special and really great
While I’m ready to change
Until I’m twenty eight.


Frankfurt 2010-
20-01-2012
Washington DC