Its a black and gray postcard
of a european city at the end of an era,
a few melancholy piano notes
cradle the melody of the rain ...
Lives turned into shadows
march toward a destination
that even time has forgotten .
Frozen life weeps beneath still skies,
softly the neons lights and the nothingness
of an evening fall on the black and gray
of a post card yellowed by the years...
Dark nostalgia of a past that writes to me .
Paris, London and Berlin merging
and Vienna walzing ...
It is so sad the motionless smile
of faceless souls in a postcard setting ,
serving as a stage for black-and-gray romance...
So long ago...Maybe yesterday when the beatles
had not yet boarded the steel ship of destiny...
Just a moment on a postcard before the next war.