What Happens When You Are In Coma?

The gift of a song of love Thought


Danzer in the wind accompanying his voice with silver cymbals and sing the song that you have given me.
As you hold dear to my guide and you jump like the rhythm of your steps next to mine.

the wind I will listen to his answers will tell the old and new links and yet remote.
As always there was this friendship and rest patient waiting we discovered together.

I will dream of the wind on distant lands and out of this and will wait for the breeze to catch up with you friend.
Since a while sometimes to escape even the most solitary wanderer needs a disinterested smile.

dampens the gift of your song with a gentle caress of the intense burning of small wounds that others sold off their empathy, dispense, laughing.