Borders
To see, to hear
and to understand,
To taste, to smell
and to hold one's hand.
To need and give.
To feel and live.
Who speaks of treasures?
Who speaks of death?
Who needs such lectures,
when life is just ahead?
To live over borders,
borders of life and death.
when you don't follow orders,
just live over again.
Sing your own song,
because maybe they're just wrong.
There is no portal.
...
You are immortal.
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EVA-LENA WALDO
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and to understand,
To taste, to smell
and to hold one's hand.
To need and give.
To feel and live.
Who speaks of treasures?
Who speaks of death?
Who needs such lectures,
when life is just ahead?
To live over borders,
borders of life and death.
when you don't follow orders,
just live over again.
Sing your own song,
because maybe they're just wrong.
There is no portal.
...
You are immortal.
*******
EVA-LENA WALDO
*********************
Born 8 May 1957
....
And reborn 2 January 2008
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- The Rambler 2008-01-18 The Day of the Rose -
歩行者
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- The Rambler 2008-01-18 The Day of the Rose -
歩行者
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