Acoustics & Tubes
Miscellaneous
Late Afternoon With You
I will never open my bedroom window on a gray day again.
I know that the sun is sleeping behind the clouds. It doesn't illuminate.
I don't even think much about what could happen.
While I sort out all the things I feel.
My past and my destiny.
And I hope that the late afternoon come with you.
I resist but I can clearly hear the sound of cars on the avenue.
What I want most is to rest with my cigarette upstairs.
I don't rush to scratch a few lines on the paper traces for farewell.
What makes me sing so low and hallucinates me.

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