Even before I was the first draft
of a very insipid novel ,
I stop believing in the smiles
of grown-ups, claming
to be my owners ,having bought
me in the bazaar of incarnate...
They wanted me to believe,
that frogs were edible ...
Dylan,was just a crook whistling in vain,
and Cohen an impostor boy
who put suzan on the sidewalk...
50 years later and so many guitars
out of fortune ...
Today is like a winter of fire ,
a few starry missiles in the sky of palestine !
Blue flies socializing !
I drink my coffee in the nowhere bar ,
a guy in front of me, asks \'\'Are you all right ? \"
Buddy you can\'t talk to unknown people,
it avoids useless wars !
I pull out a gun, and rub his nose
in the civilization ...
Until the rescue arrives I\'ve already flown
to a new childhood where I won\'t have
to endure any of the smells hidden
beneath mask and scam ...
I\'m just this different kind of fool,
tracing on the walls of indifference :
Leave Out Love !