Happiness is like women, they likes madness better...

A fiction and a dream... I believe ?



With what pleasure, with the remembrance
I will again be up after a Saturdays night party
And going against the day to day !
Finally up ! What now ?
Which enthusiasm interferes me in exploring 
the world to day...
The sun is a bottle of golden wine
And Lord, how nice...
And the moon as a source of cold water
My heart beats like a storm in the forest
Please be silent, my mind can not tolerate more...
My song is like the rooster that crows for the 
first time in the morning 
"Fucking" hell for a sound  (sorry)
There were grim from me
My soul is glad she went
I relax by the wet grasses and 
consider the sun wine
Amazing how great the world looks after a
bottle of wine in the sun
A greeting to all the world`s women, 
How nice they could have been under the sun...


This I think was only a dream...