To be back where thoughts grow

last touches and you are prepared

to swing again high and low.

That's a stage to keep discussing

all that Mallorca-thing.

That holy

outlook is getting

highly transformed.

Slanted dark-light-dark,

jellyfish wishes,

sleeping cars yawn at

our youth's dreams.

In dancefloor corners

you start hating to keep

putting that perspective

all right.

No, I am not trying to

make it sound more complicated...