<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454081" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Last Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Dedicated to Thorsten) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see you crying, <br>Looking through your transparent face mask<br>And reconceptualizing your mimicry as a spatial captation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red liquid still trickles down, <br>The solid foam packing our feelings.<br>The cup spills out the wine<br>Into a heart shape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want to turn back the time<br>And go back again.<br>We need our infinite, <br>And want, once again, to dissolve in it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around, at the other tables, <br>People are just seemingly not thinking<br>As they are reflected in the broken mirrors, <br>On the walls.<br>They appear increasingly complacent...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I bring the cup up to my lips and I inhale<br>The wine, which is very cool.<br>This liquid seems to make the cup to be hot.<br>I continue inhaling until<br>All of the liquid in the cup is emptied.<br>I feel the yellowish liquid<br>Like it scrapes my esophagus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I drink from the empty cup<br>The visible truth, <br>Our still untold truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to lift the spirit<br>And dance<br>Our last dance<br>In the chaotic rhythm of the last seconds.<br>Yes, I want you to hug me..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the bar is full of hot human mouths, <br>When the windows steam up, <br>And anarchic noises<br>Freeze instantly my wish...<br>Steamed water is dripping down your mask.<br>Yes, I know, they are not tears...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We stand up straight for once<br>And go.<br>We break the output<br>Definitively and<br>Speechless..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...Words like<br>Could not be spoken<br>Or would not get them utter<br>Or would be exhausted....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was heading in an opposite direction<br>To my side of life.<br>I do not look back.<br>I do not wonder if you watch me go.<br>I just know that I will love you<br>All the rest of my life, <br>When life no longer makes sense...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marieta+Maglas">Marieta Maglas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454081" data-title="Our Last Dance de Marieta Maglas" data-description="(Dedicated to Thorsten) I see you crying, Looking through your transparent face mask And reconceptualizing your mimicry as a spatial captation. The red liquid still trickles down, The solid foam packing our feelings. The cup spills out the wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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