Little poem

- Analice Rol

I just imagine that in few years
I'm going to remember these days
And people will laugh about my stories
And with a glass of wine in the hands
I will say: Life is short, buddies.
Life is short.

New York City
November 22 - 2010

Jim

- Analice Rol

I'm here in an italian coffee shop
Thinking about my people
I don't think about him anymore
Even when I visit places
Where I used to go with him

And everynight I wake up
Look at his picture
And ask to myself:
Who is this man?

Nine months I know Jim
And I don't know him
Life is a dead end town
My heart is just flying around the block.

New York City
November 22 - 2010