Wednesday 17 January 2007


Shall I begin to tell you my story?
Time will never be enough/
We'll need a carriage
we'll need a guide/
But let this not bother you
'cause here's something
very-very useful :
an image of yourself
running in my dreams
running and
jumping and
passing/
and
climbing and
swimming and
fighting
to reach the end.
There's me.
My hair uncombed/
the room summer cool/
your princess is ready to go.

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