05/15.03.99: Field of Gold (hic!) X

O jan vai-se, o will também, a lena tenta e eu sorrio.
A esperança passeia-se na descoberta pelos olhos de um bebé (e vê-se no sorriso).
Esperar


hope to catch some glimpses of happiness
rebuild me higher - no damage gonna stop me
not even if i'm afraid of heighs

close up the last chapter with a depression - conclusions
drink a little bit more and smoke to fly away
and never stop



Pay water, electricity, gaz. Rent later. Wash tishes.

Throw away the dead plant. Make the bed. Lights off.

Never do it again.



Break the contract. Warn the old woman. Take the furniture.

Clean for the last time. And voilá!

THE END



(passados três anos, soube em junho, frente ao mexe, sob uma lua cheia esplêndida que o jan havia morrido)

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