Friendship and a star ship

A picture of a dear and long deceased friend of mine is right ahead of me. A tear falls down on my face. Eternal love. It was a black and white picture. With him standing on a rock with his fishing pole. But no fish. He had a smile larger than life, and that was enough to make everyone look upon the sky and think : I know you´re happy now. He is with Andrea. They stood together in the hurricane of life, in the calm and sunsets of everlasting days.


Africa was their meeting point. Light brown. Sand. Lions and hipos, elephants and zebras. Oasis. One tree here and another there. Holding hands and dancing while Sam played the piano was their highlight. I think it was the Universe telling them that they were ment to be together. A star in the AK-976Y0PO has emerged and a scientist writes down in his logbook the new star. He is looking in his bedroom window the sky. In his wall he has the drawings of a battle ship. The new era of space.


And all his writtings are made of numbers and pictures
And an albine cow deserves to be painted with outmost respect