with an energy only
others believe in
still can see
she cannot anymore
like before at certain highlights in
life is losing ground
at the foot of the mountain
the rain in your face is
welcoming drowning

Two recollections and one thought
Coming up and making sense
One: i'm little at the window
knowing there's something out there
engaging hopeful tempting valuable
it sings out from the clouds
but i cannot yet hear it
Two: i'm 24 work is done weekend
starts and i'm alone truly at this age
there's an antique market and the groceries
but i cannot but think
One: is this my life?

i'm in raptures
a sort of an unexpected mini holiday
you've called in sick
and we're cruising the city
early drinks late lunch
looking at the river the high-rises people
tucked away
in offices and raincoats
we're high and dry and unreachable
together

when growing up what you wanna be
when grown up who you want to see
perform before...well, you know.

My uncle used to joke
about what I'd like for tea
fried or roasted mosquito's hearts
That and the Dali poster
The horses with the long legs
The frights of a little one
A sweet girl.

With this music
I put on my mood
and never change a tune.

Life has been cleft into
our life before and my life after
his death.