April view

Gloomy weather outside, and it's already April and the earth smells of spring. Out of love's sadness some gnome got drunk and pieces of winter cast. A timid sun winks through a cloud tule and smiles flowers and trees, so what about the fact that April is a shoemaker cold and wind and looks at me darkly. Am I crazy, April? you are spring rain dewy geranium, red tulips. Who made you so angry, you decided suddenly to fuck like a damn petticoat? You are a man with fair hair and green eyes, who turns winter into a flower. Look at me with love and don't be silent. Love is an almighty hand.

I cut myself off from tomorrow, closed my eyes from fatigue, did love go without time, robbed me to the last... and on top... Dali took everything from me and beyond, tore my dreams from space, lost my hopes in so much rain, washed my dreams to the skin. Did you leave me something thumping, hidden and silenced by pain, so much so, some dreams, buried deep in the soul... I woke up... in the morning... my soul is cold again.

Miracles are near us, they will come true within days. Let's sit at a table, don't look away. Let's leave the coffee - let it cool down next to us. Your newspaper is read and your smile is a farce. You have walked along a crooked path more than once. Keep it simple and let's not turn it into mud all the bright moments of that love which I cut into strips, then rolled into a ball. After taxes and fees, air tax, life, after duty - How are you? - I can't find an approach to tell you that I miss you and that I'm still sad and among feelings and thoughts at night I still circle. I only know that I am alive - but it is hardly a sin. Youth is passing away. And did I live it? If you have to go, do it now and do not turn, do not turn away your head. I am left to lick the most bitter salt. But who cares if the king is naked? Three hundred nights I wept for you - over a tear and over a verse. I just stopped waiting for you. But have I forgiven myself?