Put me on pause

The view from my window is always the same

Two old beautiful houses

A crack between them

And a harbour

That very harbour with white shirts hoisted

Instead of sails

And your perfume

Instead of air

With broken aquariums and scattered souls

Whose machineries play Pink Floyd

With its no one`s land which is actually mine

With its lighthouse reminding you of my eyes

Or reminding me of yours

That very harbour that stares at me every night

Every October night making me sleepless

That one which I`ll leave some day from and forget all about

That one with the fishermen`s whisper and the cord

slicing the air

As your gaze does