2021.06.17.
Late at night...
The colour that decomposes the nightThe table at which they are sitting
The glass on the chimney
The lamp is a heart that empties itself
It's a different year
A new wrinkle
Had you already thought about it?
The window pours a blue square
The door is more intimate
A seperation
The remorse and the crime
Goodbye, I'm falling
In the soft angle of the hands that welcome me
From the corner of my eye I see every person who is drinking
I don't dare moving
They are sitting
The table is circular
And so is my memory
I remember everyone
Even the ones that are gone