For three days, three nights
The silent rain kept raining
My duvet is wet
My library is wet.
Joanne is enjoying her sleep, now, in her Berlin flat
Where we started our story at the siesta
After a red wine of an unknown vineyard
(I’m referring to last year)
But, now, I look to have refuge, there
In the Berlin flat.
Joanne is there.
For three days
The silent rain kept raining.
اخر تحديث السبت, 13 دجنبر/كانون أول 2008 01:14