one evening hennessey

Got invitation from my uncle. he was having this Hungarian fellow playing piano for the entire evening. Nice guy, very nice guy. With his deep low and flat voice, surprisingly, he's a good pianist. The conversation never been too far from his experience. Atoning steps and learning new stuff.
As we speak and yeah as the hungarian play... my mind wander back to an old song, it goes;

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the star
I want to feel hows spring is like
On jupiter and mars

In other words
Hold my hand
In other words
Kiss me baby

or at least how supposed to be... now now, since it mentioned Jupiter. I remember about writing the exact thing somewhere in this cyberspace. And lucky me... i found it!!!

A Space for Heart

Saturn steal my eyes before i left solar system. spoken through my pair of ear about an angel with jupiter drops in her hair. apraise her with words drawn by silver spurs,"when you kill a cat, you grown a mouse" she said. even a heart of an archangel have denial.

i turn my head, spread my wings, and left.

but, deep in my well hidden heart...

i'll turn myself to the devil if i must, just for her.

now i understand... i think i hvta gt some sleep... vsop is still something about higher lever for me to pul.