Taste me like a glass of divine wine
and get drunk by the eyes and smile
The night is swinging
Seemingly
The sound of horses’ hoofs
drawing close by
She smelt the Lychee with an appreciated heart
Lights
They are stars
shimmering on the nude harbor
No fog, No sleep
Krust Terrance, Victoria Harbor, Park Lane
Or this corner at the bar
makes no difference as
I have been
yet all in blur and doubt
Watched the Ocean Passion
Heard glasses clink around
Touched many coquettish colors
mixed
A feast of cocktails
Drinks fades with the rhythm
The magic of Cinderella after 12
vanished with clamor
Just as nobody has ever come
Only the fragrance remains
It flows cross the sea
Like a dream yet not dreamable
Like reality yet not real
Like a dream and like reality
Fall asleep
and always be waken up
-xG.
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