The days of the last wind...

The days of the last wind
running until the sky are either
the blue dream of crocodiles
burning the river of the last amazing
next share out the sea of nightmares
until love become death and clouds
leaving the sky in a boat
of the flying side of the moon
but when the further star speak out
in a universe of black holes
nothing is more sure that until travel
to the mass mountain is the river of behold
twenty centuries of darkness in a road where each one
is sharing the first moment of a smile where
can be back the race between divinities and men
each system dominating the crash of money or the developing
forest of the devil where nuclear bomb is hide
and where the book is drinking pleasure naked
shooting jealous and animals becoming humans
as if the highest mountain seeing us could speak how
minima we are and how a mosquito is a empire
but forget the spaceship leaving earth because
there no time to run but time to hide and if you don't
have time seek time until time be free of time
and no one knows not even me where is the key of the treasure
but always search for life, for meaning of it and if don't discover
don't be sad as the first explosion marked the beginning of everything until you be dust as you always be and don't be sorrow
because the race is in the edge, can you take it? Run, run , run
no fear no destiny no peace no war no existence no nothing
know what you are visit that house in the city of fantasy
welcome you are in a dense forest animals knows human feelings
they look they are patience flowers are dancing and miraculous trees are
spreading happiness, butterflies are frees
fly with them, speak with bee and drink honey until you be drunk of fantasy
dominate your feelings don't let them escape horses are in the hills
running as the wind tell them to run and pirates are in a spaceship
looking how lights are conducting human brain to rage and desire of fly between galaxies and planets but you are human so sad for you as you are
not free, surrender paradise is lost and you are in the empty space
no no no you try to find yourself but no one knows you and maps only show the way back road and you is united with heart and heart is decreasing
until disappearing because music is a path for the kingdom and the kingdom
is a castle in a middle of the ocean smiling in a middle of the desert
listening the voice of a mermaid calling people together in a revolution for a better day that building is like a archaeological site and so nice is the weather that you don't know if death is calling or exploding in a torture, road traveling but you is there always dreaming and if...