Like a jazz standard

The day nothing makes me happy,

for death i will be ready

cause i will have no soul...

The day love wont make me silly,

only then you can feel pity

of the me you used to know...

And the day that your warmth

becomes easy thing to replace

is when i think of the north

as but another distant place.

But for now, here, just come,

grant me your sweetest smile.

Let us make of bodies the home

we have dreamed of for a while.

09/06/2021