Sweet Sour

Joao was an animal

wild beast i heard

from the wild green

not very big but surelly not small

Deep inside,

all is blood made earth that small worms will vorish

all is muscles made into air that can lift the World

all is bones that will burn into blue fire

all is spirit that will fly like water to make all clear

Call me in the future and tell me if you like me

not that it matters so much

but it would be interesting to know.

To make you happy is not made into planned action

but sometimes i have to be carefull with my words

still hipocrisy i cannot stand...

if i am carefull when you get sick

i cannot say fuck you,

because you can die...

but with what i live inside?

Your sickness flows into me with your touch

and burns in my hands.

But in the end i know i was good with me

sweetsour taste at the end

from another everlasting evening...