On August dance

I can hear you in August

Esmeralda campfire
dancing on a musical note

jingle in a circular motion, and

most urgent. I'm hot

lava-like,

and space for a moment

detaches the soul of man.

There are still worries about tomorrow

I walk towards them

with an open mind,

and I do not know what when

I'd do. No life

may be afraid of force,

has to steal those

lucky moments in the middle

laundry mountains. And not

love, lust is no

mere privilege

beautiful shells.

The goodness of evil to win

get the world

arena circus clown

plays fanfare.

Then the opera Primadonna

agrees with the brim, and the world

can keep people

like a clown fool.