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.
Love, London… Germany, Ireland, Spain.
Books, more books, dictionaries, loss.
Rain, sun, seasons.
“There’s no one around.”