A pepper mint tea. A bulgarian gypsy band on a raft playing silent instruments..with 15th century bohemian poetry in their sigh.. with travelers toes, which have tamed time and tasted the infinite..
a familiar stranger with one sandal saunters by, an art gallery from another world in his gaze, no one needs to notice where he has been, what he has seen, one hand points to the heavens, another
to the space in between your woes..
LIGHT UP IF YOU ARE GLAD
BUT IF YOU ARE SAD, LET THOSE TEARS ROLL DOWN