Until who knows the voice of the owner
I liked the owner of the voice.
couple like us, surrender and abandonment
of war and peace, cons and pros
made acetate weddings - in fact
just like our grandparents
the owner presses the voice, the voice results a dish
that turns to us all
The owner walked with other doses
the voice was of an only owner
God gave the owner the teeth, God gave the owner the nuts
God only gave his voice to the voices.
But her voice grew tired after
a hundred years making the saint
dreamed to break free from so many knots
on the ropes of another throat
The crazy woman was slipping in the sheets.
came to dream lovers
and, hoarse, give away their flats
in exchange for some bright
Anyway, the voice signed contract
and went to live with new tormentor
I wanted to press, I wanted to be a plate.
turn and forget, fast
It was revealed in the assembly - atheist
that atrocious situation
the voice was unfaithful changing trachea
and the owner was losing his voice
And the owner was losing the line - he had
and was losing the light and beyond
and said, My voice, if ye be not mine
you will not be anyone else
(what is good for the owner is good for the voice)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)