What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

A Poor Memory For Faces

 

 

It wasn’t a man’s love for a woman,

It’s my love for anything flowing, moving,

For shareable joy,

We all strive to change other people,

Who wants them to be like us?

She strived to change me,

I strived to change her,

We try to change other people,

We want to keep them for us, 

As a happy completion of our world,

When somebody dances,

It means he is happy,

She danced always and all over the map,

In the subway, in trains, at bus stops,

Under psychotic billboards,

It made me to like her more every night,

I liked her in any sense,

Her life was endless dance,

It was pleasant to watch,

When I sat on the pavement,

I understood,

There was nothing real,

Everything was fake,

It was only a game,

She failed to remember faces,

She memorized people in motion,

He liked men that knew how to move,

The men that avoided being modern,

She really loved obsoleteness a lot,

She forgot traffic jams, yellow pages and the crowded subway,

She nagged ‘I quit’ now and then,

‘It’s only money,

They all care about,

I don’t care about them’,

Every work is about reward,

Money stays always the same,

She didn’t care about money,

But bonuses,

Bonuses were much better,

She could afford to be good,

She loved her workspace,

She wouldn’t have lied for money,

Simply she wouldn’t have told the truth,

She didn’t serve in the temple of justice,

She wasn’t the queen of barricades,

The right way of doing business was making profit out of something,

That she really loved a lot,

You have understood,

It was her opinion,

She didn’t love clients,

She loved to be herself,

It was her outlook,

Doing business was not doing time,

She could only dance and talk.