Today a crazy wind should come and make people loose their long constructed virginity. 

A change in people’s innocence. 

The sound of people moving to a new city, to a new door and to a new park is satisfying in its own terms. 

Enough with blood stained sheets and half eaten apples. 

Let that rolling stone crush every corner of this world all over again. 

Feudalism, my ass. 

Either a pen or a sword? Why not the first tighten fist of a newborn.

Count the times you smell of gunpowder people and let the kisses outnumbered them a little. 

Make that smile doomed only inside your grave. 

I say, play a record for this world and let people dance with their hair down. 

An insane shimmering dance towards the heaven.