My generation
junio 6, 2016
The better of my generation is dead by now…
We lost in the same crow.
A vampire, or a victim…
Seven eleven, green light…
Yes, I’m listening U2
And I remember in dreams the past, that maybe nobody saw, or understood.
Misfits.
Love, London… Germany, Ireland, Spain.
Books, more books, dictionaries, loss.
Rain, sun, seasons.
The past.
The life.
The death.
«There’s no one around.»