The city is a trap
in wich we fling our worries
and grasp for somebody´s promise
of the good life
forever changing plans
restrained by envious spirits
and waiting to want to give in
and go for the contry
MY LOVE WILL ALWAYS BE
of vibrant and dense traffic music
that fills me up when nothing is expected

the push
and the shock
the handshake that could be changing your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
(kashmir,"THE PUSH",zitilites)