Wonders

 A war, battling a war. Dangerous minds building dangerous roofs. What a hell did they do? They build their house, yes, it does make sense.

She likes the sky, the rain that fall from the sky, the lightning, the storms, why did they build a roof in her room? 

Why? With so many storms that hit the territory, that destroy houses, why people keep building wood houses and not iron, concret and brick safes? Well, people like wood houses and storms. Every year there´s a tornade season, why not build a house every year?

It makes it much easier if we drop the good ideas in this and in that way. If it slides will come down and if it come down we better find new ideas. If we push the thought of our roofs, of our minds, we´ll be good either in heaven either in hell. It looks good, different and nevoursity is high on the top of the roof mind, weren´t we golden and dangerous minds.

So many roof rafters, isn´t it to much weight? Securing the roof but putting the structer in danger? Will it handle all the weight with love?

We lift off when I say up.

There we go, we got it, blue sky and clouds above our roof. We´re on our way, going up, well I think.

A rabbit in the sky, we have an architect, an engineer, we´re building according to architecture and engineering of construction. A rabbit can fix it, measurements, geometries, weights, wasn´t the rabbit a mechanic.

Its being a long battle to build our home and we´re winning. Winning minds and hearts.

After the storm the calm. The living, the leisure.

Yet, we still have a terrace to build.

We´re good and we´ll be good. 

Shit done.