Sointula

Neon Rain above the city,
hazy hint hug
street lights embrace.
What country which currency?

In front of me standing in Sointula,
serene oasis
heart of the city.
I draw a heart with a marker pen
palm on the back,
tomorrow, for a moment I'm afraid.

Today it is now
The future only longing
eyes creates.
People's eternal power,
passing through the door,
and out.
Indiscriminately resignedly look,
stale sorrows
the blockade.

Beer sorrow,
I do not do it.
16 cl of red wine
sufficient for sciatica banishment,
no wine for me not
joy for any other purpose.