A night falls
before autumn’s last day
the last leaf in the Horse-dealers street
An old woman is casting a spell
with the last knot she owns
for your forgetfulness
I see you in the ***** globe
you are still wearing the white shirt
you are still not giving up yourself to the longing
and to come back home
one day you will come back, I know
one day you will abandon everything
in the streets of San Francisco
everything you earned,
you will give it to a blind harmonica man
who plays our song
that’s enough for you to break the magic
of the world of dreams
and to come back
The last leaf in Horse-dealers street
is falling with my hair on the pillow
this is my last night here
my last knot here
old women are casting a spell
wondering why you are still here,
why did you come back...
©Ndriçim Ademaj
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
A night falls
before autumn’s last day
the last leaf in the Horse-dealers street
An old woman is casting a spell
with the last knot she owns
for your forgetfulness
I see you in the ***** globe
you are still wearing the white shirt
you are still not giving up yourself to the longing
and to come back home
one day you will come back, I know
one day you will abandon everything
in the streets of San Francisco
everything you earned,
you will give it to a blind harmonica man
who plays our song
that’s enough for you to break the magic
of the world of dreams
and to come back
The last leaf in Horse-dealers street
is falling with my hair on the pillow
this is my last night here
my last knot here
old women are casting a spell
wondering why you are still here,
why did you come back...
©Ndriçim Ademaj
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