Tenth of July
It's quite a bright dusk today
I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky
Although I haven't touched colours for years
After all, images and paintings are quite enough
So why create more without urgent necessity?
The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony
Stands still as if painted on a canvas
It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my rattan chair.
My jasmine tea has long since gone cold.
I can't formulate for myself
What’s the good idea to stare mindlessly
At the trees, the houses around and the sky
The sky is particularly abundant here, it always has been.
Why doesn't a single memory occur to disturb me?
I'd be glad to remember something
Though I probably do remember everything
Without memories, brought by the occasional breeze
To stay for a minute or two
And then fly back thousands of miles away
To where they belong -
I know the address so well.
I have no one to speak to
No one to share something with
Since my beloved passed away
I just wait for her calling
I know she’d call me once
And I’ll be quick to answer
Her magical voice will call my name
And I’ll be there in a split second
At home, with her again
Home is the only thing we need, after all
I’ll ask her to sing me that old song
About nightingales in the Berkeley Square
And then something of Beethoven
Whose music she knew by heart, the every note of it
Its getting darker here now
Sorry for another empty evening
It was beautiful, as always.
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