Category : Poems

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The guitar sounds good

 When the one who handles it

Lets the pain flow over 

The strings when he plays it.
 Even the mouth starts shouting

 The name of the lover who left

 The darkness inside the heavy breath.
  I hear the sound of the sea at my window,

 I hear the sound of her laughter behind me.

 I hear the sound of noisy cars rushing,

 I hear my heart ask me to forgive more

 And be much more careful. 
 Open your arms wide open 

And receive the good things

 That are hidden in me.
Open your mouth and say things

 That bring the clear sky 

Closer to my cloudy chest.
 Your voice sounds good in my ears,

I can take your steps for a dance. 

While your hands can cover also my face,

 Your smile would fit perfectly

 Over my small mouth.
 A glass of champagne, 

Sheets full of written lyrics left in the hallway.

I leave the present to return

 After her in the most painful hell.