From wall to wall-
captivity.
Does not appeal to any movies,
neither wine.
Me it comes from these inanimate
walls,
White bird on the wing,
out the window!
Feathers to feel
power
And the elasticity of blue waves,
The inspiration to extend
night,
Return to the poor man
sleep.
Starry blankets
silk
Silver heavenly embroidered,
They won't take dreams
in the sense,
That the universe is small
for the soul.
The awakening finding
meaning,
Yes under the wing of relatives
Stan!
Where behind the curtains flows
life,
Waiting for fate to change