I am typing this in a place I have never been before. From the open balcony I hear people laugh, scream and cry. I can see the moon, shining behind a cloud and I wonder: will I be in this place again?
Earlier:
- This movie sucks. I said to her.
- I know you think so, you have stated your opinon twice already.
- But it does! The acting is horrible, the message retarded and it is WAY to long!
She smiled that smile that I have only begun to enjoy and looked at me.
- Well, I asked you if it were ok to watch it. Why did you say yes then? she asked.
I shrugged.
- Well, you DID want to see it, however I did belive that you were joking until you put it in the VCR.
She looked me in the eyes, smiled and moved closer.
- Thats cute, she said.
- Ain’t it?
Then we kissed. Her mouth and lips were soft and I felt the bitter taste of ciggarets. I had a flashback then. To another party, recently, another girl, another kiss. The memory came and stayed for a second. Then it vanished forever into an ocean of emotions and lusts.
There is a land to wich I no longer go
there is a sun, that I no longer feel
there is a love, I can no longer have
but once a year
midsummer nights
always brings all of that back
a touch of love
a touch of magic
and as l lie in your bed
watching you sleep
the king of ferie
brings with him a guest for me to meet
I always Dream of sand in the midsummer night
soft sand
putting my fears to rest with the sand in his hand
his cape is night itself
and he smiles
and gives me peace
in the pale midsummer moonlight.
