MY BODY WENT BY PLANE BUT MY SOUL WENT WALKING
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Joseph
count down started
-Joe
Dawn is breaking
and i sit here
on my red chair
the skies are so gray
the trees are so short
the sea is so far
and the light is so black
Dawn is among us
and he is roaming
in my little room he roams
he jumps here and there
and watches me as i
try to beat time
in this card game of his
time and dawn
are now both with me
looking at me
as i sit here
on my red chair
watching the mirror
and in it i see
my soul leaving my body
and red juice over my blankets
its morning
written on 13 – 9 – 09 5:03 am
Gian Mario Villalta
Little grass, grass so poor, of a field dazed under the overpasses, cold grass, dirty grass of a field forgotten for years Why do you insist on growing your little dialect of verse smothered by aluminum foil and monoxide? What are you saying – real – you? And the kiwis, then, the cans of corn Do they look virtual to you? You’re not the one that saves you. You’re not the one that knows you. You are only stranded in the infinity of your nudity. 
Cast: Rana Moufarij - By: Joseph Assi |
I’m packing my stuff to be heading to the projects; I will meeting Sam there who will be my guide and godfather for the next day and a half. I cant wait to see what’s gonna happen and how will I react.
I’m positively sure its gona be a wonderful time!
-Joe
عال طريق بأمريكا
عال طريق بأمريكا
عال طريق بأمريكا
new orleansرحنا على
بدك يعني الله يعينز
ع شو شفنا
و ع شو عملنا
عال طريق بأمريكا
AND SOON WE WILL HAVE IT WITH THE MELODY
THANK U THANK U THANK U
AMAZINK
