This feeling was very strong,
It looked like a stormy weather
When flash, like your snaking tongue,
Was snaked at my belt’s leather.
This feeling was very brave
It was like a mortal combat,
Where our sick souls saved
The freedom among slave commands.
This feeling was very short
It turned our lives, laughing,
From game at a lucky court
To court, where game is nothing.
It was… but where is it now?
I want to fly to the shuttle
Where aliens repeat the show,
Where snakes dancing rainy battle.
