let the dog out

is 12 am.

let’s go and

taste first summer rain!

hmmm such greeeat time to run!

isn’t?

unless you have a crazy dog to take out.

so here we are, human and dog,

animals under depressive skies,

first day of June.

tonight god smokes a cigare,

pours some moldavian red wine and says:

come on, snails with or without shells,

leave your gardens, go play outside,

feel the concrete, feel free and alive,

until I’ll finish this bottle or

till morning’s lights will catch us all

awake and sick of life!

the town from the ex comunist block side,

is under a spell I can’t tell,

but I feel and also some of you too.

snails are dancing on earth’s floor,

or

something like that.

for joy, I let them listen my music,

share some Beastie Boys.

make some noise and the brain

will shout words as bullets,

through lyrics.

snails revolution day is near!