i was going through my old poems/songs/whatever and i stumbled upon this one,
i remember writing in a restaurant in Yerevan (Armenia's capital), the paplavok café i think it was called, in august 2003, but as hard as i try, i cannot remember what the person i'm talking about looks like... it's very weird that i don't, since i remember everything else, the colours, the smells, the water fountain in the middle of the pool... even the jazzy music that was playing (which inspired me write another thingy as well)...
and i remember that it was a warm day, just a day or two before the heatwave struck...
i was planning on going back to yerevan this summer but that didn't work out...
i should try to go back still, and i'd visit that restaurant, if it's still there, for sure...
in the meantime, here's what i wrote, it's not my best work obviously, but it has a lot of feelings/memories, albeit rather short ones, attached to it...
if i could just remember that face again...
i remember writing in a restaurant in Yerevan (Armenia's capital), the paplavok café i think it was called, in august 2003, but as hard as i try, i cannot remember what the person i'm talking about looks like... it's very weird that i don't, since i remember everything else, the colours, the smells, the water fountain in the middle of the pool... even the jazzy music that was playing (which inspired me write another thingy as well)...
and i remember that it was a warm day, just a day or two before the heatwave struck...
i was planning on going back to yerevan this summer but that didn't work out...
i should try to go back still, and i'd visit that restaurant, if it's still there, for sure...
in the meantime, here's what i wrote, it's not my best work obviously, but it has a lot of feelings/memories, albeit rather short ones, attached to it...
if i could just remember that face again...
Face, smile, hand, back…:
Gliding across the water
In your pink inflatable boat
I’ll be picking other colors
To keep you spinning in my thoughts
Round and round here’s what I caught
Face, smile, hand, back…
You should see me trying
Not to jump straight ahead
Unbuttoning what’s hiding
The wonders inhabiting your chest
My hands I will not rest
Face, smile, hand, back…
And in all of its glory
This city will not prevent
My sanity from exploring
Every single path it has laid
I will cross barrages with images in my head
Face, smile, hand, back…
But a new image has stopped me dead
An innocent voice claiming my loss
Our incident is over
Another has just begun
In a second I will be gone
Face, smile, hand, back…
