The first one is a glimpse of my home town. The second one is about regaining the innocence of childhood.
Reminded today of a poem by the greatest poet born in my home town. Dusk Decorated bourgeois women Pass in crystal carriages - An eternal to-and-froing, A hubbub of millionaires ... And sentimentally violins Moan on public terraces ... There's perfume and bon-bons, And a brothel dissolution ... ... But the proletarian philosopher Notes in the book of the times : Strikes, blood, insanity, ...
...the Devil? I didn't. I'm still not married.
I found online an american friend I haven't spoken to since 2002. His first question was: "Hey, Alex! Are you still a commie?" How ideology flies!
I am 27 years old. Somehow I can't see myself reach 30.