...and still I dream about the colors    Or was it smoke that surrounded my thoughts  When I was sitting in my garden    That black Monday (momentaaninem  pimeys, melankolian iäisyys)    Brought flowers and silence, but that  sunshine is in another aspect  Nothing But a verbal virus when I welcome the clouds...  Sub specie aeterni I still am the mechanic hippie  And the outside is reflected inside me... well  Am I the shadow of myself, coz I really  Don't believe in the empty shadows (but  When I believe then and only then I  Believethat I am not I) but it's nice  And relaxing to stand naked by the  window watching heaven's children falling  As rain (samalla kun piirtelen viivoja  veteen ajatusten merenpinta laskee  alle normaalitason)  ...but after all take what is needed, so  children forget heaven...