Donec Animus Libertas

After all were gone,
And also the day,
Were among the shadows
Of the alleys in the park
Me and my agony.

Party was for others.
And when it was gone
Were among the shadows
Of the tight alleys
Who I was and who I am.

Everything was to all.
Played, but in the end
Were among the shadows
Of the nightly alleys
Just me, and I without me.

Perhaps in the old park
A party returns to be.
Will be among the shadows
Of the sad alleys
I and who I know I`m not.




"A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream." - William Faulkner




Listening to Chet Baker & Stan Getz - Winter Wonderland