Tonight you are young as the night is.
Tomorrow you'll never know until you get there / unless you get there.
While you walk time runs.
When you realize it you stop somewhere in time to think about your life.
Street´s natural lights and shadows as the moon passes over and hits gates, walls and windows, flowers, gardens and the crowds of the empty streets.
Feelings, good feelings when in the emptiness and silent streets. Thoughts, steps, wonder, mystery, sense, search, fantasy and dreams.
Places where no one else is but you / me, alone or with someone dear, a friend.
Eddie
Streets, houses, gardens, palaces, statues, paintings, portraits, churches, cathedrals, kingdoms, castles, crystals, treasures... art, culture...
Warm wine, Ponche.
Jesters... knights, princes, kings and queens
Music, dances, imagination, fantasy, illusions, dreams...
Lights, darkness, silence, senses, perfumes...
Stones, walls, sculpture, statues, art, culture, history, stories, tales...
Street corners where Opium, mini skirks and high heels hide.
Conversations, smiles and laughter, sometimes there's someone that cries.
A Penny for a Penny. One
An exchange for pleasure and bills to pay.
Women, love them. Love them when they aren't people but women.
My luxury is my poverty.
My being is my person, who I am, and that's my wealth and the only one I have.
Truth be told, I'm not a writer, a poet, an intellectual but I write and do some things. I'm a thinker, sometimes not so much, a dreamer, a believer and truthful.
A Thinker Bell in Cinderella´s Wonderland.
I'm no one, a nobody, I'm nothing, I have nothing, I do nothing in my live.
The Carousel of my life.
Funeral March
Tonight you're young as the night is.
Tomorrow you'll never know until you get there / unless you get there.
While you walk time runs.
When you realize it, you stop somewhere in time to think about your life.
Street´s natural lights and shadows as the moon passes over and hits gates, walls and windows, flowers, gardens and the crowds of the empty streets.
Feelings, good feelings when in the emptiness and silent streets and places. Thoughts, steps, wonder, mystery, sense, search, fantasy and dreams.
Places where no one else is but you / me, alone or with someone dear, a friend.
Eddie
Streets, gardens, houses, palaces, statues, paintings, portraits, churches, cathedrals, kingdoms, castles, crystals, treasures... art, culture...
Jesters... knights, princes, kings and queens
Music, dances, imagination, fantasy, illusions, dreams...
Natural lights, moonlight, twilight light, white, blue, purple, red, green, darkness, silence, senses, perfumes...
Stones, walls, sculpture, statues, art, cultura, history, stories, tales...
Street corners where Opium, mini skirts and high heels hide.
Conversations, smiles and laughter, sometimes there's someone that cries.
A Penny for a Penny. One
An exchange for pleasure and bills to pay.
Women, love them. Love them when they aren't people but women.
My luxury is my poverty.
My being is my person, who I am, and that's my wealth and the only one I have.
Truth be told, I'm not a writer, a poet, an intellectual but I write and do some things. I'm a thinker, sometimes not so much, a dreamer, a believer and truthful.
A Thinker Bell in Cinderella´s Wonderland.
I'm no one, a nobody, I'm nothing, I have nothing, I do nothing in my live.


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