12-10-07

There are sometimes things,
that pass like smoothly wings;
maybe, you like to listen them,
or perhaps, pack and send:

Red and gray arrows racing for the price,
tales and tricks, is everything nice?
Three men, three icy minds,
till the end, across earth and winds.

What about the silver girls at the top,
we don't forget their great work by a lot.
And don't talk me about those of the flare ways,
or that who for a rag only destructive words says.

However, I see the autumn to come,
fall slowly, over this sand;
time for cold, time for changes,
time for last and new challenges.

Of course, some will be later different,
if you think is hard, for everybody is not transparent.
Don't fear about what for all it is new,
more interesting, really, more than a few.

And for close and ending,
keep warm and singing:
"For not make us sad and mess,
gms and mods, give us the luck and the bless!"