Why do i keep going back to estonia? Because i never quite know what these beautiful people are thinking and feeling… And i really like that. We talk to each other with words and eyes but communicate inner worlds with our whole bodies and past lives. Especially with the ones we don’t know. Happily lost together. Gentle souls of the night. Young or old. LEGENDS and strangers! Long gone forgotten blues.
Nostrils flared, pupils rushing with new big bang universes. Without you this world would be a darker place, the mirror spoke to her one day when the moon turned pink and a fox licked a stone with his little fox tongue.
Get the champagne out and take off your clothes. ALL in baby. We can sleep when we’re dead. LETS FUCKING ROCK (audience goes wild as the band step on stage). You have been served, the gods are suing your broke ass. I suck at hugging and all this community. I am a travelling drifter poet who likes to chill and fail.
Love, markus