Being the creature of the world
So harmonic in my loneliness
Which is so natural for a human being
Just vanishing in the city
Becoming its walls, its channels,
People and their voices,
sounds of the street
Cycling is the privilege of God
With wide open wings
With a loud heartbeat
That establishes the rhythm
"Ti-ta-tum, ti-ta-tum" - the bike is singing
"Zing-zing" - Amsterdam is ringing
I'm a man of all nations
Feel these high frequency vibrations
Floating in the air
Spreading everywhere
Right from my solar plexus
Watch this profound silence
Take it in your hands and keep the balance
I put this knowledge into a fragile vessel
I hide it for you in the water reflections
Take a careful look and you'll find it
- Miayyyyyyyyy
Сентябрь 2014
Being the creature of the world So harmonic in my
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