Have you ever tasted my melting honey moon?
In my silence I know that my teaspoon used to be enough.
I decompose the present into a series of black and white old photos,
faces are going out of focus
and
faces have gone out of focus.
My vanilla perfume is reaching a sky that my mind is unable to paint -
lovely colourless world,
that moon-shaped honey is still yellow only in my memories.
Grey pictures of lonely roads,
of a malicious fog which is trying to seduce a couple of street lamps.
I know.
In my silence,
I know.
I breathe the moist air,
as I love to feel my Life is resting in my lungs.
of a malicious fog which is trying to seduce a couple of street lamps
in my silence
I know
I love to feel my Life is resting in my lungs.
Loneliness is an omnipresent bride
[I have married Her wearing my brand new grey shirt.]
