do you remember the times
all the crazy nights
our unborn children
I can still see their eyes
those were strange strange times
when we were still killing ourselves
and our fleeing faces
were reflected in the window
now on the table in front of me
only the tea has cooled down
and my hands silently cover my eyes
I want to be somewhere far away
because if I remain in the past
and start repeating mistakes again
a day is as long as centuries
for a long time it will be full of chaos
lonely tone always
somewhere close to the body but
absence eternal autumn
and I still believe in it
weak pulsating light
at the end of the dark corridor
East from Maþeikiø

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