Faraway lights…
Swinging and taking each other in glitter…
Let me sit here forever.
Let me be completely forgotten from the world of destinations.
I may have touched people with the last touch…

This rain in an evening passing through this city with all its stories,
with all the tales of letting everything go.
Why this time tangles in a point of absolute stillness,
why the air is heavy and cold and bloody and meandering?
I hear a tune to take out the words
and scatter the brains in chaos…
And kill the invisible with eyes.

I see you on the shining road, sleeping with the skirt over your knees…
And the erotic lights keep the marrow indefinite.
We tell stories and we lose the romance and when the end comes it almost comes as a chance.

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Photograph: Olvi Wou.