
A push or two
styling the needy body
sadly made over.

A push or two
styling the needy body
sadly made over.

A proud talking – fellow for everybody who wants – your choice to listen.

Bursting out – out of the stone like – a passionate lover.

Stone to stone – made only to fit in – not for us.

Oh dear stones – one for each place I lived – saved in heart.

Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.

Listening and hear – but going on doing my own way – the crazy art whisperer.

Sometimes – when we touch – lost in a dream.

All in pieces – carried around in every step – my humble story.

Building it up – stone by stone all alone – a smashing crash.
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