I still look at the time on the dial of the Swatch
give it another quarter of an hour, or leave.
People were coming out in packs from the subway stairs?
but in those fleeing faces he, he was looking for his own
the only thing that could give meaning to the cold
and to the day, and to that winter.
Beautiful and flushed in the face, suddenly she arrived?
as if she had appeared by magic
and radiantly extinguished every protest and kissed him?
and hugging each other they went, both talking
about friends and records and Christmas holidays
I I almost felt bad, watching them go
and I envied their meeting, that everything to do
all that time ahead, and their hope, and the proud recklessness of their age.
And I it came to mind, like a fist when I too
was waiting hanging in a corner for her
and when she arrived I felt like a God
and hugged and lost we both talked.
/>One on top of the other, exams and Christmas
and a brilliant poet, an experimental film, and it seemed to us that nothing could end
as if the time ahead had to last, until the unconscious line of their age?
that I have lost, what is to me? slip
What are you doing now? girl hugged
to me, to the dogmas gone, and a wet road
different? the same as their age?.
And I found myself walking, in the winter cold
and I closed my throat, normal jacket
and then I raised my shoulders, and I grinned about Christmas
playing with good and evil, what? in every age?
that you have to go, but let it walk
the age? must pass, but let it go beyond
then, I shoot? the shoulders, and I grin on Christmas
playing with the good and the bad that s? in every age?
that you have to go, but let it walk
the age? must pass, but let it go beyond
then, I shoot? the shoulders, and I grin on Christmas
playing with the good and the bad that s? at any age?
The age? that must go, but let it walk
the age? must pass, but let it go beyond
then, I shoot? the shoulders, and I grin on Christmas
playing with the good and the bad that s? at any age?