There's an untouched bottle of red wine under the kitchen table,
Soemwhere in the room Charlie Haden fills the air with "Silence",
A girl is standing in front of the wardrobe,
Staring at a cocktail dress,
Her forehead is leaning against the back of her hand,
A golden ray of light is pooling in the corner of her eye.

Too much pulp, too much "baloney and cheese" day... I imagine myself here, travelling between Timisoara and Cluj... English thinking day again, running away from myself day again...