The passing sound of cars in rain,
this cloudy city full of forgotten soulmates and kisses that never got the distance…
it is making blocks of fire in between eyes today.
There’s something between men and women that I don’t know,
I just know that it involves lots of desire to be alive in someone else’s memory.
We sleep, we touch hands, we walk through the crossroads like two amateur prisoners, we undress, we drown, we get rain as this constant whispers of a cold night,
And we can’t think about a world without the libido that we planted in each other’s vacant necessity.
Today someone is getting mad with blues and baritone whiskey,
today this city is getting infected with addictions of the dead ones.
A shower
of stars
and a pulse
of wet lights,
I know there’s a lot of ways to die and I just wish this is not one of those.

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Photograph: Marius Vieth.