1:19
The hour I have woken up for the last six nights.
Not one minute earlier, not one minute later.
Always with your image. Sleepy one.
And a new smell in town.
Fresh, brisk, strong.
I keep going to the past.
In the first years.
Something needs to be discovered from that period.
Constantly searching during day time, but nothing pops up.
The dreams are the key, but they are still stubborn.
The hour I have woken up for the last six nights.
Not one minute earlier, not one minute later.
Always with your image. Sleepy one.
And a new smell in town.
Fresh, brisk, strong.
I keep going to the past.
In the first years.
Something needs to be discovered from that period.
Constantly searching during day time, but nothing pops up.
The dreams are the key, but they are still stubborn.
No comments:
Post a Comment