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Lost in desert I follow the line. But I was lost on this road. Just the desert sand and nothing else around me.   I stopped the car engine and

Love is gone I drive to nowhere in the desert More far than the motorwayWhere nobody can hear me to cryI would like dig a hole in the sandand throw

Sleeping little train Little train lay asleep at the back of the attic for many years. It thought it was forgotten, and it was somewhat true. Dust and rust were

Fait click ici pour écrire le titre My heart bleeds from the lack of empathy which seems to have become the current norm. Kindness, tenderness, and benevolence seem to have

Traveling soul beyond the nocturnal celestial, carried by the mechanics of fluids, I drift among the salty spray of life in search of the absolute, lighthouse of my existence.

Consent  To all the princes of the fly To all the trigger maniacs  The most known, the unknown, To you, the little guy at the end of the street. Special

See life from above See life from above.  See life from above like a bird, change perspective See the world from above it is more beautiful Take the rising currents

Love spirit Is love a goal to achieve, an end, or a means to journey together? Sincere love, crazy love, feverish love, disposable love that we throw away after an

Drifter On a raft adrift,  in the open sea or on a river, my soul was full of strange ideas.  Blurry dreams and no tomorrow, My mind wanders without aim

Mississippi Whisperer I was born on the riverbank of Mississippi. No, father, no name, my poor little Mother was wrapped under a white moon by a drunken man. I was

Miles and miles If you follow the steel way on miles andmiles Maybe you Will win few money and spendwinter night in cold under the rainBut you Will find liberty

Goods moments Happyness is so hard to feel in thoses crasy times. But you can catch very basics things  during shorts moments  who enjoy your life like spending a sunny

Naturals Treasures The wind whispper  on the top of blacks hills. Trees sing  a sad song and teach it  to an indian shamane. Can you feel the wildlife in his

Dust and hopes So much time to be lonely I waste my time in smokey bars So much time I have sorrow I loose my soul in a whisky glass.