bed full of flowers

closed window shutters but light passes through them

an ending that will never come

cheap cigarettes with coffee and two pairs of hands for company

illegal alcoholic thoughts

in an era of prohibition

black and white photographs filling the walls with love

nights bathed in the lights of silence

masts, knots, sailors

house without colors on the walls

colors are for those who don't have their own

words are abolished and new ones are born

because the existing ones are not enough

multiplication of human senses

division, a daily way of life

era of Enlightenment, forty years later

some would say their life is cinematic

but it's not

because they will never live it.

Imagination