Outside, the cold and the darkness exalt dawn
In the serene droplets cars will give new tone colors
Here an old vinyl takes me to places long forgotten ...
I remember the king star heat
It is good and comforting
For minutes the cancer is forgotten ...

I stopped
A long whistle ...
A whistle coming from the small kitchen
He calls me to be strong in weakness
I have to face the glasses on the table
I have to face the aura
Sitting solitude with his glass awaits me
she wants tea
I want to go

His cold smile invites me to dive in pain
And why not?