jeudi, septembre 23, 2004

souvenir 1

It was in a dark alleyway
Bated in a blurred light.
I met this man, he looked like a silhouette
In the mirage of an obscure night.
Didn’t say a thing, kept himself for himself
Did the same, kept what was mine.
And he walked away.
So did I.
But still I remember in those moments we call dreams,
This moment where time seemed to have broke into pieces.
This man that was not known to be human at all.

Thus I endure the weight of time.
I sense my end approaching

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