I see a new world coming and it is green and blue, so and so with the old, but: it is new.
Little people to call by the name being eyes more then we can call by any name.
The energy of the young crowd of this earth gives me the chills!
They are the walkings that will bring spring to the old bald-head world that still rules.
Dynamic and systemic, never giving in for there's no end at sight, they will make life to be lived.
Living already and no whatsoever theory about it,
strings blazed as directions for nothing can stop them.
Youth is energy, an infinite energy that seduces the old to die giving room for the new.