So, here is a stream of randomness, which encapsulates the most beautiful moments, sounds and thoughts of life. Being young is a state of mind – when you feel it, you live it.
You know...Le Genèse is the starting point for everything.
It is pure like the hymn we sing,
in the church on a Sunday afternoon.
But not too soon, the minachting tune,
will change into the Cocoon.
"Who would have known..", Bjork chants,
smoothly like a pair of warm gants.
"that beauty this immense..."
is so normal, yet makes no sense.
And this is where the jeunesse starts.
We wonder with our bodies, minds and racing hearts.
Flabbergasted by the sudden changes,
rhythm, beat and Phoenix "fences,
in a row,
wired and protected",
we let go.
Culos, culos, scream and shout,
grab life by the balls,
and let it all out!
Bakbuk baby,
give me the bottle and don't say maybe.
We get drunk just for the sake of it,
weeromstuit. Give me more, just a little bit.
The ground underneath humisee and soljuu.
On the dance floor no one else,
just me and you.
And on and on we sail,
like galgal, the smooth, soft wave.
Such serendipity, who would have thought.
It is like the saucisson in the morning after.
After hours of going and laughter.
We wonder, is this life with a middle and two parts.
We see the ends, but where does it start?
