Blue Moon

Driving towards my village Farmakas

What moonsongs
Do you sing your babies?
What sunshine do you bring?
Who belongs.Who decides who’s crazy

Who rights wrongs where others cling?
I’ll sing for you.If you want me to. I’ll give to you
And it's a chance I’ll have to take
And it’s a chance I’ll have to break
I go along .Just because I’m lazy
I go along to be with you .And those moonsongs
That you sing your babies.Will be the songs to see you through
I’ll hear your song.If you want me to.I’ll sing along
And it’s a chance I’ll have to take. And it’s a chance I’ll have to break

I’m in love with you
I’m in love with you
I’m in love with you

I’m in love with you.So in love
I’m in love with you.With you
I’m in love with you

I’m in love with you.So in love
I’m in love with you.
I’m.
I’m so in love.
I’m in love with you...

My mind is on Vacation

The green leaves of summer lay broken underfoot, now brittle and cracked as the light fades, memories become dust blown by flukes, drifting across surfaces and collecting in the haze.

Blue Haze

“A person is limited only by the thoughts that he chooses.”

— James Allen

walking from Camogli to Porto Fino