For My Sweetheart

Blue is no longer sad—indigo is not so crazy Red isn't bad anymore—black isn't dark anymore Green is no longer dazzling—orange is not as strong as potash Yellow is no longer dizzy—white is no longer clean Life is about a beauty Colors squirm caressed by a desire Breathe clean air that becomes a mooring of fate Be strong as a rock, weak as a butterfly, rebel as strong as a tiger. life is not to be raped for its rights, life is an instinctive causality that is turbulent according to what conscience says The victory achieved is a flexibility of conscience You are a strong, strong, gentle, turbulent woman You are a woman and I am a man, - a woman who wants to be white through a life while a man who is clogged with sensitivity is about to be stroked by a woman Struggle and set and crush the waster at the crossroads in splattered wounds Wriggle restless in sensitivity Between two sides you can understand how beautiful love is Cover with the hum of life Smile, smile baby. Don't you doubt about the meaning of life