piraeus street...

“Boulevard Pireos”

Next to you, without you, and two iron tables defining space. ‘Café la distance’, lost in the sacred, now boring, stink of habit. Let me talk to you, even if you are not listening, my fake. Dumbfounded in front of the cheap view ... The moon, I missed it. And the wrathful Pireos - your steps - irrevocable obligation. A one-way ticket.