Blueberry song

¨It's easier to go with the wind, between violins, on a winter morning, when you know that everything is dead & cold.¨

Cry down in rain,to simulate dew on the face

it's better forget, I guess

People always incoherent & offensive

fearful of the truth, disastrous with the bustle.

Rough

But if I have to say something, I will say it

I will not let freeze into my throat

Life makes no excuses

It's true that I always walk towards the moon

& the only thing I have is my blueberry song

I know it's not easy understand me

& understand us at once

It becomes increasingly difficult to hear how the silence comes

& the warmth of winter

When you go & time erases your eyes from my mind

& you, the notes with I touched you. M