Thursday, January 20, 2011


Living in an expected land
Wishing it was like me.
Alone. With dreams.
Surrounded. Without any passion.

Like the man on the wire.
With people down there
Laughing at you.
They are only figures
Thinking that you are fool.
But I am there. Here
In the air
Trying to feel free.
Alone. Like a bird.
Catching my dream.

They are the only fools.
Living like dices
With a number on top
1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 .
I have on me.
But nobody cares.