TANGERINE DREAM)


Mysterious voices evoke the rythm of loneliness I know so long ago. bananas and oranges are placed all over the floor. without disturbance you lie in the sofa face to the wall telling me stories - why should I know, no end obliged to the accident flights of emotions down from the hills and over the oceans. see the bulgarian walking me over, driving to the corner by the glance so hospitable, his words are kind. I try to get to know his glimpses of truth, can't reach that level of knowledge, my memory is blank to as far as he might have the idea of. I fly and desolve in mists of lugubrious rows of mornings, their glory is filling the spaces of emptying soul. I know we are wrong, the steps are faltering while going forward. the black man burning I hailed said hello, why worry....)