While Birds Become Fishes

We have this boat and it's white whit a sail, and it's carrying with a gentle breeze, everyday. And time is a big tin with water. That we are floating on. This is our boat. ler's join there to gather all our misled thoughts, and our sucking of our rendezvous. Love is when you just pour this big tin with water over the sun. And he invites you, while bird becomes fishes. --- While Birds Become Fishes - Nicolai Dunger