| | > | | 04.11.98. - 21:34 | | A place to be, a place for free.
Friends walking in and out, just follow them, and you'll find. It's a Space to be free without anger and pain, no sorrows, instead neverending peace of mind, with moments of work and moments of love. My girlfiend keeps telling me to find a system to tide up my place, but the decison is about having parties or getting along with the art of chaos.
My home's where I am. On the word my place is to be find among the finest and most lovely humans,
my friend. | | Last Pub |
| > | | > | | > | | > | | > | | 30.11.98. - 09:19 | | when you're visiting the night,
may your dreams be happy
and keep you from the loneliness of yourself,
the wishes of a sandman and the night light
shall protect your heart,
when no one understands your love,
goodnight, to every little hour you sleep tonight | | goodnight |
| > | | 30.11.98. - 09:38 | | when the days are no more bright,
you're leaving a piece of youth,
and time is never time at all,
you'll change unless you believe,
that live can change,
cause there's a man in the moon,
who believes in you tonight | | tonight |
| > | | 30.11.98. - 09:54 | | i fear that i'm ordinary,
just like everyone,
and i think i'm still a child,
cause i feel so innocent inside,
and you'll pretend to know me well,
so the world is still alright,
and i am not alone in the empty space,
when you are coming round,
i like my place again | | coming round |
| > | | 30.11.98. - 10:01 | | what will i have seen?
i'll know the distance to the sun,
i'll know the silence of the world,
i'll know the solitude of hearts,
i'll know that the world is hard to understand.
will my moments here be lost in time,
when the last visitor is coming to my home... | | goodbye |
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