Horn noise / wakes me up / I look out to the balcony. Car / double-parked / it blocks the passage. Double-breasted man / is…
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
Horn noise / wakes me up / I look out to the balcony. Car / double-parked / it blocks the passage. Double-breasted man / is…