Leaving traces

The Notion of the chair

A chair full of childhood memories,
Recording wishes,
Those open numerous doors,
A vehicle to fly, a spaceship

Unfolding the string of life,
Revealing the past,
Full of dreams...
Sweet dreams little girls

Dawn is coming,
To reveal the facts,
To reveal lying faces,
Those hunt our dreams,
That are not sweet anymore...

And the theatre of the absurd!
Faster than its shadow,
Leaving traces of its existence
In space and time,
On Earth and Heaven,
A Divine Comedy
This lights us all,
Let us fly...

To Eternity