14 May 2006
Усмивка за Божо :)


sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

Always look where you want to go, not at what you want to avoid.
We have a strong tendency to fly toward where we are looking.

I’m sittin’ in the railway station
got a ticket for my destination
on a tour of one night stands
my suitcase and guitar in hand
and every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and a one man band