Tip toeing 'round a tree of thoughts,
the one that has spheres like planets...
On Christmas times, the stores become like church:
Too crowded, full of prayers, and of songs...
I dreamt I was a bench
where people sat to see...
Once upon a time, at the museum, every painting...
Written by:L.L...
I can't let my thoughts wander,
my mind is a temple in ruins...
Professor Cortese, with all due respect,
I bring my self to take more than one step...
I want to travel the world of your thoughts,
I want to visit your heart and settle there once...
In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...
Like rain that clouds cry,
we came to fall from the sky...
Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...
You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...
It's been a while since I wrote like I usually do
without paying attention to meter or rhymes...