A street full of holes each hole a story A few holes a love story full of water full of dust full of mud I would have made false papers to take away the fear of mud. Nice mud Your austere gaze, so sweet, so severe, so pink, so blue, so indigo and so storms flashed in the sky of Ottembre the flow of air and sand flowed in this sweet Spring on the contrary in this harsh inflorescence of moments set in an incomplete mosaic in a bracelet with a wandering elastic in a face that laughs with charm an inch from the nose to a finger from the nose not by chance. Pay attention to the hole, pay attention to the nose Nose ancient Maori greeting. How strange you are strange you are much more outside than inside. You said read I said Moon you said home I said 'let's go' I thought I saw a Lama. The road seems closed but beyond the Snake's lair there is the road that leads to the Moon and 'full of holes each hole a story some Buca a love story of dust and mud of comings and goings until you are tired. This is the hardest time ever it is not a complaint but a fact every day a hole every day a conquest if everything were to end every drop of time and love would not have been in vain that passes through us is an immense joy Thank you God Lama Thank you God Ostrich Thank you Indigo Princess you make my talent tremble. Nothing was foreseen Nothing was calculated. A sea lily, a garnet apple an armed peace. A woman dressed in autumn told me. 'Change everything changes and Everywhere Protect the Grace of your Heart. one foot followed the other something or someone was holding us by the hand ....