Picalso...

mi casa mi amigo
... in thanks, I leave you
... years of living in you
... fragmented tears
... given to you
... leaving soon...

mi casa mi amigo
... A spirit in you
... traveled from afar
... form within form
... from a distant star
... eyes uneven
... but peering far
... tired of believing
... yet tHere you are

mi amigo
... it's time to go
... better in the pence
... the road will show
... a knot in the fence is old
... a twisted and blistered soul
... yearns for understanding
... the passer by is glancing
... but no one stopped
... and just a drop
... was all I needed
... seeded in relief
... when I heard true...

mi casa, mi amigo... isn't you.


"... it's not in the house..."
"... come play with me..."