thelastsummerontheradio

i just want a song you lovin too.

never more inventions fugh und brecht

i invent a thing
to dance inside
closes eyes
with little movenments
you can stay on your place
without falling
you can widen your arms
like a flying bird
without falling
blinded
by the side
you are perfect playground
to experimental spirits of man
por ceus surpris et non surpris et déportééééééééééééés