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A short poem to Astrid Palca
September was calling November...
In October we were sober...
The sun was fun...
Coffee was hot in a photo shot...
You never thought about what is or what is not...
Being there...
Enjoying the atmosphere...
Being elsewhere...
Enjoying a chair...
Being in a stair...
Enjoying the light...
Being bright...
Enjoying the sight...
Waiting for the night...
Waiting for food...
Thinking on our own mood...
Not thinking at all...
We're quickly aproaching Fall...
A crowd was gathered in a shout...
People were always there day in, day out...
Eyes were mirroring a party...
Eyes were always smarty...
Eyes were symbols of who we are...
Eyes were telling us that the universe isn't that far...
There's a spell...
There's a morning bell...
There's a tree...
There's the sea...
You tell me this:
- Mind always was a treasure that was kind...
I didn't knew what to say because I was a bit lost in some particular day...
You continued telling me this:
- Mirror, mirror on the hall...
I was still thinking about the Fall...
The world wasn't a joke, so we grabbed a smoke...
I didn't knew what to do because the weather was somehing new...
You told me this:
- Summer was gone and I was on the phone...
A smile was something worth gold when we were talking about our own soul... You told me this:
- Berlin is more than a wall...
- I know that it ain't small...
I was drinking a glass of water thinking on what to write at night...
Shadows were everywhere...
We even knew that they were there...
You told me about the sea...
You told me about a country where Helvetia once ruled inside a swimming pool...
You told me about watches, knifes and cheese...
I knew that it was a country of peace...
- Summer is gone...
They say...
- Time to go home...
They say...
- Summer is gone...
They say...
Time to work all day for a small pay...
- Summer is gone...
They say...
- Time to stare at some flower by the hour...
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We were somewhere gazing at little swiss lakes...
You told me that it had in it watersnakes... Young Gods songs were on my ears...
I knew at the time that they were my pears... You were at a bathtub thinking on what clothes to wear without despair...
I've told you this while smoking a cigarette:
- Hey Astrid...
- Hey Hanah...
- We're in a blank page inside the ice age...
You both asked me this:
- Are you talking about a book or a cook inside a look?
I didn't knew what to answer to both of you because you were settled on the land where Hugo Pratt died...
So I started to listen to Young Gods "kissing the sun" for fun.
You both told me about tarot cards with some spiders from mars...
I've started to ask this to myself:
- Are they both talking about a blackstar, a chameleon, a thin white duke or alladinsane? Out of a sudden, a cat appeared to me and was asking me this:
- Have you seen any sparrow?
I was thinking of some arrow then with a pen.
Hanah told me this:
- Hey...
- I'll give you a shot on the run for fun...
Astrid was asking me this:
- Are you inside a moon revolution?
A sparrow appeared to me in the sky and while he was flying high it was telling me this:
- Wake up...
- Smell the coffee...
- Go to a garden...
- You'll find a treasure in your leisure...
I was talking with Astrid and Hanah then and the sparrow's words seemed like swords...
I didn't knew what to answer to Astrid in a day because we're not in May...
I remember that I was listening to this sentence in loop:
- Little wind you've no place to hide...
Astrid was telling me this:
- Va fermer les yeux ce soir...
I remember being a bit scared near a castle feeling myself a bit high inside a sigh..
Hanah was telling me this:
- Be your own shadow because a Thoreau's quote is more than a quick note... I've thought on cheese while saying to her "please".
Astrid was telling me about a boat and a coat that appeared in some iconic character book and its own look being her smile full of pride in a ride.
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