sitting
beside myself
with other
near whom
near what
near near
waiting for an
thought of you
which never will
appear
in the space
of my mind
which really
is tuned,
on what
waddy waddy,
simple kind
of living
near near
and look for
disappear
any way to
road
for a big big
throat
when friday
come
and friday
go
suffering of
immagination
illusion of
illumination
when I create
pictures of pictures
of what happened
bevor
long time
bevor