I feel like I want to be in a coffee house. An old piano is conveying some harmless messages towards me and an old man is sitting on the brown leather chair and he's starting to play. The air is full of dampness, everyone's sure it is one of their day dreams. People are asking each other to dance, the shadows are gazing at the people and the stars are smiling in the red light of a romantic evening. A full moon is watching above and they keep dancing, casting their hisses on the whole place. The silence is playing with some piano tunes, Natalie Cole is sharing her stillness and even the ones who didn't love her are sweapt in the atmosphere of sprouting. Everyone's looking at the window and sees his own self 20 years ago, yes, even the ones who never got to live 20 years and who never got to listen to the pianists who made you crave only for their gentle touch on the keys. No slander, no schemes, they believe in hope, they believe that the moon is shining. You know..it did shine at that night..am I in the future now? Now it's only the coffee house and the fresh smell of a coffee that is just waiting for being sipped. The drawings on the walls aren't sad anymore, they have found a little salvation. And again it's me there, on my chair, listening, watching everything bustling with activity, and they just lie there and they die there in a coma of peaceful art.

The girl in me who was once 6 doesn't know I'm looking at her. I am not sure that she would have wanted me to. I am smiling and then I'm starting to cry. She didn't deserve all of this suffering, she was a good girl, she was so sweet and so full of ideas and imagination. Now she's different, she's not gone, in some places I want to keep her safe, I want her to come back..
I want the clock to stop ticking for just a moment today I'm the girl I won't be 6 years later

tick tock

good night

Natalie