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.
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Incredible, very moving!!
Thank you.A moving image from the inside ...
sad memories and moving description of a bygone era
well written.
Bygone eras merely renew themselves identically ...
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