lunedì 20 febbraio 2012

luSca custom design

Like the exhaust loud in the night
Until a thunderbolt sounds its light
Staircase too large to be climbing
Come up and down while I’m painting
A flash in my mind
Cutting off the rind
Under the dirt, deep in my soul
Soar in the sky this flying eight  bowl
Turn right, turn left, U turn, go straight
Out of this road open the gate
Might be a proud rider
Doing the handlebar tighter
Enlarge your grin showing the teeth
Signs of rubber are your bequeath
Imagine your dream bike
Grown as you like
Now it's true, I create it fo you

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