Do not get lost in philosophy
As the road maps are poor
I an touching your violet breasts
As we approach the town
We have not arrived at our destination
As we never started our journey
I am trying to understand the sea
The sea is doing its best to understand me
My sailing boat will one day fade
Into the past log of its existence
Women have never started wars
But they always start fights
Our home in the country
Is now in the city
If I want to be nearer to God
Then I will take a plane
I am looking for friendship
Not love
You can have many friends
But love is limited