After a long time, we will take a coffee together,

where you and me and empty space will be, at the corner.

Holding your hand over me, sometime touching your hair.

Will you not ask to give a kiss siting on a chair ?


- James Rassel
Our shadow, our wish, our wings of desire.
It should be ended now or never.
The way we go, full of ashtray.
It could be a light of ray.

Give me a gun, I shoot you,
Death ? May be very few.
Because, each bullet turns into a rose.

Oh! My darling, if you seat beside me,
touching my hand, offering a coffee.
Guns become roses, everyone knows.

- James Rassel
You say hi,
I come over the cloud,
And pick you up to the sky,
There only you and me.
I make a love-wall, even god never see.
Then have a little romance, it could be.

-James Rassel