IV.

To T.

You made me invent a new alphabet

with dozens of new vowels.

You made me sing

without notes or music.

A journey between words!

A dream between realities!

A reality between fantasies!

***

-Who are you, and why do I need you? – I asked.

His eyes smiled and without any doubts, he started:

-I will let you be weak at least once in a while.

You don’t need to carry all your hidden universes by yourself.

I can carry at least a dozen of them.

***

-I came for beer, not for love! – he said at the door.

-We will see! – I said smiling.

The number of empty bottles is rising

and the love is intoxicated.

The love doesn’t want to love;

the love becomes a slut

after a couple of beers

and there is no more love but only stripping.

In the morning we are shaggy and naked

with dreams of coffee and love

but in our blood, there is only beer.