22h
Sad dawn of Friday, putting my head between my knees, I was in a monolog conversation with you.
Through the thick cigarette smoke , like the exhalation of a steamship that drives on the river of nothingness and takes the living from the shores of the world to the parallel world in which you live -
Your smiling face was staring at me
: Do you remember the duets? I asked.
I would hug the guitar and play as if you were in my arms, and you would play the piano so delicately, as if you were stroking my hair?
And you are not here to see in these sad years that have passed; my guitar sheds tears in longing for a hug, and your piano sighs in longing for a strike.
Through the thick cigarette smoke , like the exhalation of a steamship that drives on the river of nothingness and takes the living from the shores of the world to the parallel world in which you live -
Your smiling face was staring at me
: Do you remember the duets? I asked.
I would hug the guitar and play as if you were in my arms, and you would play the piano so delicately, as if you were stroking my hair?
And you are not here to see in these sad years that have passed; my guitar sheds tears in longing for a hug, and your piano sighs in longing for a strike.
