A place, familiar to bits.
“Cocooned and warmed…”Night and moonlight,
Join me at the corner table,
the one that’s closer to the exit,
with rolling dice and wooden cups;
my friends are thirsty, and so am I.
This is Patrick, and here is Malka,
Ahmed, Aiku, Pedro, Chan,
we came together on a floating boat,
shared the treats and climbed on trees,
Now we are guardians in here,
with everything included,
living fully, my ironic rookie.
Nauseous? A little sick?
That’s usual, my kid,
we all have made this journey here,
through the cooking sands and trippy clouds.
You looking backward now,
forget it, get a cup and tell your story,
so we will sing it to the glory
of our ghostly celebration.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Thank you very much for any help!