Omid

In my house ,There is no door / Window, curtain , Nor wooden shutter , There is no key // In my house / There are invisible ramparts against misfortune / Which prevent it from go home, even on tiptoe ,There are friends who share pieces of stupidity or bravery / There is comfort ,In my house / You can put your angry aches in the locker room / Aches like a ball wool that we untangle while talking so that they become propeller bow ties and fly away... // In my house / You will have coffee / or chocolate if you don't like coffee / or what you want is good too. ,In my house , There is no hatred / No resentment ,No judgment or ugliness / No dark secrets , In my house / Planted in the middle of the nature where the eye falls / There is sun in the middle of the night and stars even in broad daylight / And then confetti, just to make it pretty // If you find the way / In my house there is nothing but love, surreal, watercolor