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 dirty 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