chaos

such a simple song

 

,,,

To sit on a bench, five minutes with you

And look at people pass by endlessly

Talk about old time that's maybe not so far

While squesing in my hand your li'l fingers

And feed stupid pigeons

just as an excuse to scare them

And listen to your lauther

that can crawl walls appart

And especially heal all my wounds

To tell you about what kind of kid I was

Those wonderful candies that we stole at the shop

Liquorice, mints, caramels for one buck

And the Mistral gagnants....

Done