I write since I was a kid ... But this life hasn't a room for artists ,they said.
The only thing I asked for was to write one last story,
but till I finish ,it was already late
and they wear to me the suit before I even read it
This story is about, princes, for dead princesses , for witches and ghosts
But this story is true allover, because is a story for winners and losers...
A story for the young and the older...
There's no more difficult introduction than the introduction of the anthology's loss.
So, in short...
Welcome my friends in the Paper Kingdom
and as for our story relax,
we will get in to the point..
Sit comfortably
And don't thik about the crossbar, and were it leans
Enjoy an ice pop or a pop corn
Enjoy the show
Enjoy your few days that you have left...
My dear, dont be mad that
I take you to civil places , dress well
Tonight we are invited to the palace's yard
to see from near the king and the queen
When we go in the dance
Observe no one brought a gift
Everyone came with the deceit
that only they deserve the king's throne
but he knows well ,that all the place belongs to him
That everyone works for him in these walls
Because the crowds has inside them the king
He rubs his hands , full tables
the band makes him sad, but the mask's hiding it
the prince wants to open the eyes of the people
but no one does
No one sees his face
He shows it slightly
I hoped to talk to you, but see
Speak of the devil!
Queen comes down
Silent around, no one's speak
The musicians are standing still
One the one hand, everyone speachless, some whispers dispersed
from the guests who passionately support that
only her ribbons and jewelries she wears
have made her to be so sought after
Ah, there the idiots!
All the people who were against her one inexorably time
And so immorally they scream that she has to leave
but see how she goes and discuss with everyone
and when she tone down she leave a sweet taste on the lips
and she straighten her shoulders
She moves forward erotically in the middle of the danceroom
She excites the people's eyes that clap
and she look toward the throne of the king and she ask
from the band to play for them an ambiguity
behind the mask that broke
Ego and Insecurity are dancing
Are that my shelfs? No, these are hills
and the white in my paper, is the walls from the castle
and the notebook ,the garden of the king
a kingdom that I had a long time to visit.....
And I stand before I go through the gate....
In the gate a crow playing flute welcomes me
and children obey the end, but the one it plays is simple
and I have listened it somewhere I think
My bother were lulling me with this, but it was a long time since...
Αnd at night in the tavern they throw a dance
The lords say in their songs for the gold
and out of the door some people, say other words in the streets, but in the same beat
And when the lords come out they shut their mouths
Because if they dont earn money , the others will get hungry
Because of this they say for the boss, but also for the authentic
till the morning comes
and in the stable of the lord they come for their share
While other preserve the same mistake, from the other hand
they deliver passionate speeches for the moil
with the same coin ,per head, but again
a rope to stand always needs two to pull it
And at night, the reptiles screams while incubate the eggs
that they make their descendants , that look like them
that give born to same creatures
and change skin when they are hungry
And these aren't secrets
But in my exile I experienced so much that I maybe lost
All the people I knew around here are ghosts now
Τell the news that I came back
And I've turn my hate into noose...
The end has come (x3)
And if they ask you who told you this say:
Princes for one use! (x4)