lunes, 6 de mayo de 2013

Youth tragedies

remembering that day

the little spoon on the table
the cup of coffee
those youth tragedies
those friendly hands

faces and music and nights
a bottle of  beer lying on the floor
the rough light in the morning
that thought and that headache

those guys sitting in the bar
the order at table number five
the tomato soup in a bowl
the scent of a new start

heavy feet and silent evenings
books, Spanish poems and wine
the train at the station
the river, the last evening

that rotten morning light
climbing on the naked walls
a door opened, a door closed
that cup of tears I ordered on the plane

remembering that day, that life

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