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Yesterday,
today,
tomorrow...

I’m walking into my soul.

I build air castle…
castle-inaccessible to public.
Throne for two, but without the king now.
Half a crown.
Only the queen and some butterfies.
She stands on the peak and looks for south wind.
Every day,
every week…

I always lose my way in speculations.
About my soul,
about love,
about dream…
…about beauty…beauty of relations.

I want to find the sun,
One of his gleams.

Oh, my soul,
you’re knocked galley-west,
you look for thorny ways.

Oh, my soul,
you wait for south wind,
you want to fly as a leaf.

Oh, my soul,
you are so complicated,
I want to make my mind easy some days.

Oh, my soul…
you are so beautiful, you are so horrible,
you mooch my freedom.

…you are my thief…