Listening two good strangers talking.

 

It was a very interesting conversation between you two. Making your story known to people and in a great harmony between both. It was spiritual, inspiring and amazing. There, talking to each other and telling your story to people.

My thought, my wings and the imagination lifted. I went there. I was there listening to you. Nobody else was. Just you and me in the studio. There, looking at you and listening your voices, your words, your story. Visualizing, imaging great and wonderful things. Things like life on earth, people, love and peace.

You were young when it all started. It was 20 years ago and you're still together and happy with each other and with four kids. Together for the curves, for the ups and downs. Building and living your dreams together. 

That was wrong.

Do not put wood on the fire of an angel. 

Spice and ketchup on an angel. The angel will get hungry. For more and more. If it doesnt rain there will be no one to hold the angel and to extinguish the fire.

That gas will be running for a long time in the angel's thought. Will the angel be strong and not fall into the temptation? Ask it to the nurse if she?

Time will tell. Lets hope not.

Soon she´ll be on the road.

In a bar, in a concert hall playing and singing for the crowds.

It´s not true. Never ever. It´s a lie.