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| When I open it, a girl with a beauty never seen before, would fall into my arms. She would be waiting... She would need my assistance... She would need my warmth, and I need her�s. I had a long time to see you. It would be a day that I shall remember forever, the day that I was waiting tied to a pole, helpless. When I was released I embraced it again. It was a prison when I came out of the darkness the light covered me made me blind and I still remember the darkness. I start from my bed my hand switches on the light. My vision clears, I can see I am sweating have you left? No answer... only silence, the coffee cup, an extinguished cigarette, half open window shutters� it�s past midnight and people are not passing under the balcony anymore. |
| Your picture, that present of yours and the first morning sun ray. People again on the streets and they are the main reason that we are following without any thought and that I can�t escape, although I want it so much. That's the reason, my labyrinth. |
| I pat two strings of my guitar while it cries. |
| The bushes We were sitting on the beach, a warm quiet night, next to the bushes. You told me about the sea, the earth, the people, your far away travels. What did you tell me about you? What did you tell me about us? You understood there was not any space, only whispers in the air. Behind the closed door I was hearing the sound of the waves, the sound of the sand, your voice. I was reading letter by letter your eyes through the curtains, and to my ears were coming only the whispers. The turtle was walking and the seagulls were eating until the first fishing boat sailed. Inside the turtle�s shell wither and lament, while outside always the noise of whispers. |
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| I am walking without plan where are we going? I leave the flying carpet, we are sitting on, unguided. I don�t care even if it goes to another world. I will have you. A new candle will find us alone again. Was it the mistakes, the hypocrisy or the selfishness that didn�t pass over the threshold -who knows- it was only yesterday you told me �I love you� and you grasped my hand. New candle, new grief, sadness and temporary happiness you give me and leave, I leave and in our place only memories remain. Waiting in an empty room, for the dark and forgotten yesterday. And the people under the balcony are ignorantly passing I don�t see them anymore, I know. Familiar figures fill me with disgust and repulsion. And I wonder, I turn back a hundred years. What�s going on? I believe, because that�s what I�ve been told, that walking one day on a path, next to a blue lake, I would find a wooden door. |
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