Flying in that silver world

men are weird

one used to talked about s.x and other stuff like that

other about fake wisdom and other stuff like that

another one about sky constellations and speed of light

and all this seemed to me like a fake orgas.m

like a pseudo love

like our times divided into rouleaux and thrown over head

as they did when my grandfather died and everyone used to throw small coins

hell knows what they looked like silver in the summer sunlight

sometimes I'd start to laugh, how to talk with a woman about s.x and other stuff like that

men are useful, we were to laugh

I used to laugh when my grandfather died, in fact afterwards

there was a hot summer day and people lit candles

the summer sun would have been enough

people lighted up new candles, we laughed

we were sitting in that blue room and laughing

rollled on the floor in that bluish room

we were too young to laugh alone

now too lonely to laugh again

men are weird, so I've started to believe in aliens

I've had a small orange ball taken from a pet shop

it was an orange world a small 'g' a kind of k-pax in my pockets

I have imagined how the angel was coming in taking that orange ball

spinning it and other angel-like stuffs

then how that three-year-old boy in Africa no longer carried water

and that little baby girl in karachi was no longer stoned

and how they all were living into my world painted in orange

my little prince

my little princess

and somewhere an useless eden in background

and the Snake swallowed by the Elephant

people are weird

every night at 3 and five minutes a bird spreads out the wings next to my windows

above it is the sky with the same cluster of stars

what's the point of knowing their names

somewhere is my grandfather I've just talked about

somewhere closer, our first dog, then my dad then all of us

and all baby girls stoned somewhere in another part of the world

and all women stoned somewhere in another part of the world

maybe you think about same issues and other stuff like that

while you were taking one moment of your hours and sending it to me

while the birds were guarding the worlds just near the windows of our rooms

while the night birds were flying