HAPPY IN NANDOSE

for distance that crazy people go for with birds made of fabric waiting for the angles to come i see you Nazik walking to the road i follow you

i see now you holding a basket

i know its you from your back hair sticking on your lips in a magical way.

the sun was hoovering so the moon

fate was like a mud

days where i know you and now i don't

i look carfully to your way plenty of moments and you catch someone eyes i couldn't look

but i admit i know that person he was detective salathar the one who's also after L

i know you were spying on me Nazik i know you from your voice..i hate to lose people whome i love i sit back to the flowers i went crying i feel so stupid and foolish where are you my friend L.