Where there is no past theres no present
Where there's no present there's no future.
Where there's no darkness, there's no light,
if there is success, there must be failure,
if there's no sorrow and sadness, there are no
moments of pure happiness, when you can comb
your hair with your hand, smile to yourself, not the
casual smile of sadness and howl like a fucking
wolf till your eyes are full of tears of happiness.
And if its love, then its worth waiting
And if its life, then its worth dying.
You look at the open the window and laugh.
She's gone. You laugh like a little boy and
your tears are running all over your face, your
cigaret got wet and you light yourself a new one.
And if its life then its worth waiting
And if its love then its worth dying.
"Oh my sweet Lora, its been too long.
No more the waiting and the lonely nights,
We are forever now."
The open window seemed like a portal to a new
place with one old and loved face.

It was too late and he jumped without screaming.
It will take the sea few days to throw his lifeless
body - an empty shell without a soul to the shore,
or to be found by the constantly drunk fishermen.
And only the room service lady that will come
to clean the room the next morning will feel
some kind of horrible coldness when she closed
the window. "Must be the wind" she thought.
She reached out, look at the stormy see, closed
the window and left, while she was cursing the
damned visitors in this god forgetten place, that
always miss the toilet and ashtrays.