Poetry in English |
Hole In The WallSitting at the furthest table
of an, up to now, unknown place, I become a different entity. I savour the taste of malt, the beating of the drums, and the spontaneous rush of rhythm through my veins. I'm in a movie in the middle of this strange space. Cadavers of beer, the boisterous rhythm of the bass, it's the ultimate freedom for my brain. Thoughts gone, worries dissipated, and now there is nothing left to explain. It's a different language, it's those bohemian nights being discovered once again. The dim, amber lights and the dark silhouettes of others create that all time high. It's the sweet, intoxicating buzz of this brand new life. Ex-lovers gone, pain erased, the splinters of the runaround belong now in another face. The stranger in a strange land is what I became. Enjoying the ambience of a different race. |