Because I’m a black stone (you know)

Shining in the dark

So silently waiting

For a slide up or down or anywhere

Else where there are some spaces left

Waiting for the night shining on me

I’m a black stone

Everybody would agree

It’s a pretty common comedy (and I should have told you at first)

Sometimes I fear they gonna laugh

Giving a kick with their big shoes

That are made of black coal metal

And make my shell

Cause I’m also like an egg

Cracking appart in a plenty pieces of me

But among them

I will not collect all of mysef at once

Only pieces and not glancing drops of my tears

But they pass by

And I’m shining so silently

I’m a black stone an old story

And nobody can hear of me when everybody does certainly

I’m a friend with all forgotten dogs

Just like Bowie

Afraid of no analogy

I’m here and there

Shining alone

Maybe deeply

Hopefully sure or

Maybe not

Pellé, Copenhagen, 17th of April 18.

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