Death everywhere -
a fucking nightmare
as life is.

A provocation,
by a creature
out of the limb.

Trembling,
afraid by the night-
and the people
and the bars
for nothing at all.

In the streets-
two angels,
one is lost,
one other just shy,
the both are wonderfull.

Remember our dreams,
broken love memories,
always the same story -
over and over,
just like a journey without an end.

The smell of an old poetry book,
a green cap on your dark hair,
your lips,
your scarf,
that was a part of our love -
on winter.

A bar, jazz-
for my hight melancoly eyes.

Then, one last kiss -
and a smile.
Then, the same thought -
again :
I still
love
you.
Do you ?

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