It s 4 past 5
we make love on your rusty motorbike
we are in Rome
i drop my eye on that old stone stairs
under the bridge
the kiosk full of newspapers of tomorrow s news
and those all abandoned bars
a car on the way
is carrying strawberries and berries
it is so much noisy to me..
a girl passed with a pink bicycle
wearing a yellow dress
she is so beautiful..
i cant drop my eyes of her..
We then visited caffe Ternal
detailing the architecture of the city
and it s sculpts
people combine in those sculpts
or whispers each others ear
almost every sculpt is a story
a fairytale you can invent
of course and i love it
what i know sometimes defines me as a sad one
but only me and maybe one more person
can see me dancing in that room i call a house
i m not depressed
i m on a zero state of full creation
and i enjoy that luna park car crushing..