Friday, May 09, 2008

8 may / before going to sleep

it's 3 am, and you are falling asleep next to me, on the sofa.
and the rain stopped.
and it seems the shots stopped.
before you felt asleep, you told me: "that's nice... it feels like the rain is washing beirut..."
and here i am sitting, with my glass of whiskey, trying to convince myself that something can still wash this fucking country.... fucking country!


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