Children of Icarus

3 a.m in Spain, can´t sleep obviously so I read my online university called WordPress or I renamed it WorldThinkers.
Beautiful poetry with a beautiful video.

WORDS IN THE LIGHT

children of Icarus
we are all flying to the Sun
but even pure gold melts down

bodies made of wax
each of us shall pass away
and reduced to ashes of light

we’ll be like tiny Summer traces
words of Love
still unsaid

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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read you latter alligator( My weird tribute to my mother)

alligator…..just had to express my self to you,
you do a good work in keeping my mind,
have been in the army and deployed, so sometimes i do,
find myself annoyed.
First I called my mother, but always with a positive side,ride!
she does not know my aggressive side. I do have maybe a sneaky suspicion
that she actually might have known that I do call her talking really about bullshit,
I also have the real sneaky suspicion that she doesn´t really know how far I can go….
but if she does know she knows that if her voice comes up it calms me down,
so just hearing her voice calms me. Go figure this woman.Or me.
Latter I write in this blog, it also calms me.
I saaaaid read you latter you..people? Because I want to learn.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.