#95
26/08/08 07:53 Filed in: poetry
Lino Ventura speaks
with life
it dare say nothing in my defence
heedless headless chicken in my pace
I am a watch, cloudless mane,
on tiptoes I march you to our revenues in pure visions
escalating to a dance that kills
it dare say nothing in my defence
heedless headless chicken in my pace
I am a watch, cloudless mane,
on tiptoes I march you to our revenues in pure visions
escalating to a dance that kills