Who is she? Who can turn on the thousands machines
And systems that’s breaking us down?
Making the people slaves with the eyes hiding from sun,
Connecting the points of embarrassment, hatred and pain,
Trying to smile, trying to dictate…
I used to see her fragile and tender,
But probably never free
To let the air breathe and stop using the feeling of guilt
Of those, whom she used to love..
Who is she?
Heavy fashion queen.
Will she ever say thank you to me?
She is powerful with these thousands machines –
Iphones, mac books, magazines and tv-shows.
Profanation of the skies, vandalizing beauty,
She is taking down everything she cannot perceive.
Smiling in her comfort zone, which never lets her go
To the things she really used to love.
Buried dreams and broken parts –
That’s her construction of lust.
Come to me…
Let’s play some cards and words and gestures.
Your glance is giving me a chance
That we become like friends of love and hatred.
Are we attached to each other,
Are we free?
What are the points of the connection?
What are the points of no return?
Pride, beauty, money, lust, …
Are we naked in front of the stars,
Facing the wind?
Are we like mountains pure and snowy in the peak…?
Churches, cafes, roads, hotels
Connecting people.
I’m still looking back at you
Counting years without your love…