A night of writing in the window of a hotel room

A night of writing and again Nina Simone playing

and the way you look at me is more stronger than ever

and the nakedness of our bodies are even more lightfull than the old moon

and finaly there is so much that we could express before

and finaly I see you in myself and finaly you see me in yourself


a night of writing while your pianno is playing "I love you, porgy"

In the window of a hotel room...

you smoke a cigarret while I play like a marionette

in the window of a hotel room....


and while I put names to my blue wolf character

we finish the first chapter...

in the window of a hotel room.