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Once upon a time In a place Across the crusty Balkans And the dark blue Danube There lived in a village A charming drunk fuck Who always had The best time   The rest of us Where busy working Ploughing, picking, Building things While this dude Was always travelling Across the rivers Of homemade liquor

So the man in rags Met the priest with bags One haggled and begged One argued and frowned   The one in rags Didn’t stop Didn’t give up Something he wanted Out of the preacher of God But the preacher of God denied And turned as red As Satan’s own flame   The advocate of

I was standing in the old park The sanatorium of my childhood The everlasting bastion Of youthful mysteries Bold ambitions Bad romances Juvenile wickedness Bitter truths Disturbing revelations And fancy gleams of twisted dreams   As I’m inhaling the timeless ephemeral essence The art of doing nothing Comes right at me It surrounds me It

Hope is when you see The castle on the hill Shining right besides The blue Danube Minutes before dawn   Hope is when a stranger kid Waves at you At the airport For no reason at all   Hope is when your good buddy Gives you his last cigarette Before you hop on a bus

I’m thinking about the Psychopath Sitting by the new laundromat Who gives a shiny little pearl To the dancing sweet girl Who walks around prancing Always at the sky glancing Who sets a cunning prank For the man sitting in the tank   Oh, how we all sing About the things to cling Like martial

As I was finding my way home Through the hot concrete jungle A little girl stops me To share some snack with me I gladly accept the offer We didn’t speak each other’s languages And we didn’t need to Everything that had to be said Was just right there So now I write this poem

So I keep looking at that one castle Erected in the middle of that one lake Where that one warrior showed up Before the battle of his life And the lonesome turtle came around  And gave the warrior a sword As a lucky charm for the battle  So the warrior took the turtle’s sword Went

It was just a bit past midnight As I was wandering the central streets Streets filled with pieces of broken glasses Scattered by the ones with broken lives Broken lives with memories forgotten Nameless here and there, young and old Nameless now, before and after   Past the broken glasses A young maiden gently passes