XXLove letters

 

 

When it’s fun outside and it’s truce inside,

 

 

I’m writing this letter sitting at our table,

Our place hasn’t changed,

Absinthe is still classy,

At night it’s crazy,

Salvarsan is still actual but outdated,

The poison of kings is a healer,

When it faces the doings of love,

 

 It is a fun house,

The harbor of funny girls,

I’ve almost burst into laughter watching them crawling out,

Their eyes are looking down,

As if they were shy,

Here in the musty maze,

They developed the dimmest habits,

 

Moths of all stripes are leaving the maze,

There are presents in their suitcases,

They are modestly dressed like working girls trolls,

Christmas Eve is a day off,

They cross the streets,

They walked yesterday night for few francs,

Christmas reality looks very dainty,

 

To tell the truth our place is always cramped,

It crashed with voices and noisy with expectations,

There is a lot of hustle and bustle,

It’s much louder than anyone can expect,

Once a year opportunity shouldn’t be missed,

Squeaky stairs and tired doors can enjoy silence,

I wish we hadn’t wasted our chances,

 

Greetings from Madame Juju,

Sending much love your way,

She always believed that you would be famous,

She said an interesting thing,

‘A metaphor is a lie,

Who is afraid of Mr.Hyde,

When there is life lurking around every corner’,

 

She invited me to her headquarters,

The cherry liqueur was poured into a glass,

I warmed myself up leaning against the fireplace marble,

The weather was surprisingly awful,

Snowflakes melt in midair despising festive mood,

After they fell down, magic was lost,

Fragile snowflakes looked like common spit,

Like common autumn.