05.12.21

Picking up the crumbs

at the table of love

I celebrate my sadness

with Bacchus and his minions

Drunk of momentary bliss

I dance between bodies and smiles

searching lost in the party

the oblivion of your oblivion

Life is only a present

full of music and noise

of people you don’t know

of dreams that aren’t really mine

I am dancing without you my dear

drowning your absence in wine.

El Matallana