/fdata%2F0606912%2Favatar.png){kind=avatar}
Day of the Bull: A Forewarning (August 15, 1975)
«I do not wish to fight anymore…»
(Disembodied voice heard while writing)
(Disembodied voice heard while writing)
so many memories
from the stairs he heard the music
from his room came the sound
to the room he ran and looked inside
nobody there but record player playing
so many years before
the last time he had heard the music
eyes befogged by memories
an almost forgotten feeling
and no way to stop the player
so empty inside so empty inside
he did not want to stop the player
«do you know what’s the date today?»
and turning around he saw her there, misty
and there she was, out from the shower
so many years before
the day before he had not been at home
he smiled and wept
he had lost any hope
it was the day of the bull
so many memories
from the stairs he heard the music
from his room came the sound
to the room he ran and looked inside
nobody there but record player playing
so many years before
the last time he had heard the music
eyes befogged by memories
an almost forgotten feeling
and no way to stop the player
so empty inside so empty inside
he did not want to stop the player
«do you know what’s the date today?»
and turning around he saw her there, misty
and there she was, out from the shower
so many years before
the day before he had not been at home
he smiled and wept
he had lost any hope
it was the day of the bull
so many memories