Destiny is frozen in the moment before
when a turbine stops beating like a heart ,
Cab -123 dance a piece of ice ,
a bottle of champ takes to the high seas ,
bed stripped bare by a night that won't end ,
salt of the last embrace ...
Cold-loving stars set up for the show ,
first violin , double bass ,
close to you my love, hold me in your arms.,
see you tomorrow ,no sorrow ...
we'll forget about cab- 123
entering New-York harbour ,
suite Waldorf-Astoria
a confident bottle of champ ,the eternity ,
just futility ...
" Darling that inspires me to write a novel,
set on on a luxury liner ! "
your friends call you '' The thinking machine '' !
But now the machine's neurons are slowing down ,
creation returns to birth ...
"Too bad ! '' Thinks our friend ,
'' I had a fantastic theme ,here ,but sometime
you also have to know how to die ! ''
On his wife cold forehead he placed a kiss,
watching her walk away .,
sharing a smoke with a friend .
'' In this season,nights are short my dear John ! "
'' And a little chilly my dear Jacques ,a drop of whisky ? ''
Cab - 123 .Depths hotel .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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"but sometime you also have to know how to die !"
And remain gentlemen until the very end.
John Astor and Jacques Futreille .
14/15 April 1912 .+
A tragic night immortalized, romanticised by many accounts, you capture the pathos and the inevitibility of that fateful journey. So many loves lost, so many dreams never fulfilled. "Remember the Titanic", we shall never forget. A stunning write my friend!
Thank you Bella ! Two remarkable gentlemen who deserve to be honored!
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