The Third Way OH! What an awfull, noisy place Where we all meet everyday A full class without a space Even to quit we find no way. When the lecture came to an end I was angry and mad The teacher did mostly defend Today's love's modern fad. To a quiet place we went We were chatting together In a minute,

Dream Update Since I searched for a language to write Letters, or even, sounds are faded away.

Cleopatra Update Since you have been there Since you are now here Please listen,

Beyond Digital Heart The story starts and ends Shut down your heart It often runs and defends Love, not as action, but as art. Love is four letters to be Written, drawn, or even, sung You are taught, or even me That love is a slip of the tongue. Walk against yours to be able to see her face, So you can smile, meet and talk, But never love who you walk against in a false race, Don't listen to a speechless talk. Stories start before the class, rise in the break, By ending the class it fades away from the seat. Stories are not of love, but searching a piece of cake,