DREAM BUBBLES

I want to fly away
in the bubbles of the dreams
That are not mine
I walk through the busy streets
Like I walk in the future
like I lost today
The smell of the fish
The jule huset
and they just get dissolved
while I try to capture them
In the bubbles of my dreams

Can we go through the ritual again?

Food and two glasses of wine

We were not friends enough!

Can we sit on the opposite sides of the table

And gaze the empty darkness, without a break

Creating out our own universe, hard and solid

And then out of boredom,

I acknowledge people around

One beautiful girl sits next to her man,

Must that be love?

But it.. it is no more my business

I look back to the impenetrable darkness

And there, I find my meaning to life

Words shattered into letters

And I try to catch them

Yes!! But they cannot be gathered into LOVE

None of them

And I tell you,

Still, from the other side of the table

Please! could you replace the wine

With some coffee

So I could think

And make sense out of the letters

And this moment which is not moment enough

And we not friends enough

Nor strangers enough

Could make sense at least

A little bit of sense of present!

So I could go silently

Back to my hard and sallow universe

And not worry about finding love

To sit by my side

While I eat my dinner