A keresés eredménye

I am ill

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I don't dream anymore, I don't smoke anymore,
I don't even have a history anymore.
I'm dirty without you,
I'm ugly without you,
l'm like an orphan in a dormitory.
 
I no longer feel like living my life,
my life stops when you go.
I no longer have a life and even my bed
turns into a train station platform
when you go.
 
I'm ill,
completely ill!
Like when my mother would go out at night and she would leave me alone with my despair.
 
I'm ill,
utterly ill!
You come, one never knows when.
[You go]*, one never knows where.
And soon it's going to be two years
that you don't give a damn.
 
Like to a rock,
like to a sin,
I'm clinging to you.
I'm tired, I'm exhausted
from pretending to be happy when they're here.
 
I drink every night
but all the whiskeys,
to me, taste the same
and all the boats fly your flag.
I no longer know where to go

The last kiss

The Last kiss
We are still unaware, and yet it is the last kiss
The last chord on a broken guitar
The pause in the middle of an incomplete masterpiece
 
The last kiss
It is a boat overturned in the heart of July
On a pond quiet and still like our destinies
It is the flower that falls dead before being withered
My lips kiss your perfumed letters again and again
Like tiny pieces of your body that I loved so much
Calm tears roll vainly from my eyes to my lips
 
The last kiss
It still troubles me and yet it was the last one
Autumn is on the edge of the last summer sun
As they say in the songs we have to resign ourselves
 
The last kiss
It is the train we take without knowing that it will derail
A plane that will be blown apart by a bomb in mid air
the shipwreck of two whence only one shall come out victorious
I claw at the sheets where you used to sleep
I crumple the fabric of the dress that you have left
Like one more remorse
And my hungry mouth only bites the emptiness of my nights
Without your lips
 
Your last kiss had the taste of the coffee in the morning
The taste of fresh butter, the taste of bread
 
It was your last kiss