Good morning! Good morning! Wake up! The hot chocolate
is ready. And the next day the white birds run away.
A kiss as a present and love for Happy San Carlos!
Memories come back to the space of the same time.
It is the day that I was baptized by mother nature.
Soon I had peaches with love in C major
the next day I flew far away from preachers and vicars.
For the books, I left the green monster in the dark cloister.
Memories are for the moment when you look in the dictionary
for the words and the magical connection with Freud.
She offers me peaches for a night of dreams.
I will keep the very fine peaches in my personal museum.
For the other side of love, I take your hand on the journey.
Don’t tell me that nothing is nothing
today I just received the blue tree from the white forest.
One day mother told me, Carlos don’t close your eyes!
Not even for daydreaming! Tell the world what you see.
That moment is the moment when a dream is reality
or the nightmare is a reality as it is for the people of Babylon.
My eyes are open and don’t tell me that nothing happened
when you called me with the news
that your good god has killed one million people in Iraq!
One Million people! Yes one million people by generals
and politicians from the lands of freedom.
The land of history where the blue butterflies
fly in my dreams and the ball crosses the street in the hand
of a happy child, and lands in the hand of death.
Who cares what year it is, you and me were only little children
running along the peach trees.
Ha! the same tree I left waiting for another day of love.
The day of the return to nowhere in the 1940s of my calendar.
Good morning! Good morning! Wake up to the hot chocolate.
I know the white birds have disappeared in my ancestral land.
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