Come closer with no satin bare neck be the jugular vein from the pulse of the earth head and hair be the vestibule to the sound of a violin pass the arm of the bow lengthening its caress down the meadow wired romance anointed dew bubbles such moles on the skin of the beloved slender message towards the tuft of ash trees snapping the shroud of sweet songs what a pile of cries the lapping hands clapping in time the heart swells of this clash ascent to Fangeas towards the welcome of a sky soft very soft in the crook of your shoulder to tell you the little words of love.
little father of angels walked straight towards the forest when came the evil lynx who blocked his way.
" O little father who are you to venture on the sacred path are you the seraph i'm waiting for and that my mother the sphinx once tried to seduce ? "
" I am not Seraph I'm just a human shadow walking towards his house to ward off illusions to achieve unity. "
" One two three balaclava and small gray I enjoin you my friend to make you smile when the big upheaval comes of the mechanical shovel digging up the rivers for even more gold to put in a bag. "
" Nevermind, animal from these lands I was glad to meet you for raised shoulder straps engage the fight of gold and disorder as my ego disappeared. "
" I fear handsome man follow your request by forcing you to join me in shared light and peace towards this day when everything changes. "
took each other in hand the tricked-out little shadow father and the pointy-eared lynx for exchange of good principles enter the forest. "
