Back to life

 

 

 

 

 

My fear has become an open hole, 

an wound wich only few would observe.

This opposition between the venus 

in transit to my pluto, 

my moon illustrating the real moon, 

wich is my cancer mother moon. 

Mine in Gemini. 

Am i gonna die? 

Am i gonna live?

Am i gonna cry?  

am i gonna handle? 

Phoenix rising above 

or dying inside the sacred eye, 

the third

My oh mine 

Eclipse season is pain and wisdom.

Séance or medium scale?

I wanna run to music 

wich is always my parallel universe. 

Earing the lesley

of that hammond,

give me back my identity 

Set my spirit free 

Completly open my third eye.

There's me going high

flying to the sky.

 PA: No pain, no gain

on the edge of my mountain top.

God, oh god!