a long shiver.
i lay back on my chair, and close my eyes.

and slowly it fades…

my music is calm this morning. another grey, pale day. the building are lost in mists of thin rain, like yesterday, like the day before, like most days for so long that i can’t seem to remember anything else.

over the ramparts you tossed the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers…

i stretch my legs slowly. i have to move.

i’m back in the race