The Journey of the Virgin and the Gold
I immediately crunched the candy
The thousand flavors were sugarless and boring
Pieces illuminated by thousands of colors, still stuck to the stick
I threw it in the air
A white hand caught it
And quickly realized it was a ticket
Going to an empty amusement park
Shining lights, in the circus’ cheers
Feeling dizzy, the taste of cotton candy
What time is it? It’s dark. Should we go? Whatever.
You won’t return to this town, isn’t that right?
Kissing a wooden horse, only riding it, that’s fine
From the soda, poured into the golden mug
You seem to be a little sleepy, rest on this bench
A headdress like the head of a god
It just perfectly fits the mood
Searching for donkey’s ears, reaching a hand to check your head
But there weren’t any
Black eyes were staring
But not yet, stay here.
So you came to an amusement park.
To your kind passion and sad loneliness,
If you set fire to them, you’ll get used to eternity.
A good feeling. The best. Already all of them. Too late.
You won’t return to this town, isn’t that right?
Kissing a wooden horse, only riding it, that’s fine
Let’s toast from the golden mug
Falling asleep, if your eyes wake up
You are free