Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Lunch break

I close my eyes
and search for my piece of peace
while the bullets
are whistling over my head
I run through soft cotton fileds
with my hands
my face
feeling the warm breeze

Facing the sun
like million faces
Feeling the endless horizon
as only mine

Like Alexander
entering Persia
for the first time

For that single instant
the world outside
doesn't matter

At least
not as much
as that gulp
of wine
that caresses
my guts and
sometimes my soul
as it goes down

Until
unannounced

comes
the moment,

like a furious
and tireless demon

And
sucks me
back in
again.

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