Velvetine et ça Kaleidosom Blog

All these women
singing for the train
seated in the rose tinted chair
loving its arm
moving their eyes
to keep the sky in a moment.

All these women
growing like a sweet mandarin
washing the clouds to see the sea:
above all ideas lives the sailor
his green sun and purple tea.

All these women
writing getting naked in the middle
of the unfading way
giving all nothing hidden.

All these women
have one name

mine.

Because I'm a thousand
everytime I touch you.