It was a brief trip to the past. Sleepless nights, riots on the streets, the first win, then a silence, big illusions born on the pillow, the fireworks, deillusion… She was all alone, but the hotel bed was cosy and she didn’t notice that anything was missing. A few drinks in a bar and the feeling of pleasure. She pretented that she enoyed the conversations, although she didn’t listen anything. She was intoxicated with the sense of freedom and it’s only that matters. Step further and she was in the field, allowing the moonlight to reflect in her hair, dancing to the sound of the warm wind till infinity and beyond. Suddenly, a thunder stroke, a fall and awakening. Awakening, that came with a big A on the sky screen. Once. Than once again.
glued on the window glass
waiting for a dawn