26 April 2006

APRIL 25 PORTUGAL

The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where i want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
kids were not born yet

one morning
april (my month)
things changed

we could flow
graceful human beings
butterflying
anxiously
FREE

old were not ugly
drunks were not
cops were not
prisons were not
wind was not playing whispers

we cross the all wide UniVerse
dancing
portugal was in the path of freedom

but

things have changed
as always

Low
Down
Mean
politicians
always

so

i'll
follow
the flow
of
the
other river

lonely dark words of me

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