Washed Away

Like the last train
Like the first flight,
I want to leave
To go there,
Where the lost ones
Are found.

Let me know
The kisses of survival,
The metaphors of distances
That feels the absence of nearness.

Let me find you
In the last drag
Of your existential cigarette
At a bar where all the music
Rains like ashes.



Drinking Away

I want to drink away the pain,
This jail, I am living in.

Share a glass of company
Let loneliness be kicked in the face.

Flood is like wine
It keeps recollecting like a memory
Which is just one more occasion to drink.