As i'm about to resume
smoking my hashish,
giving up on the booze
for a few days
avoiding
all the violinists
the lonely feathers
and endless serenades
that come with it,
i raise my pipe to you
my faceless friend,
wishing you were here
flying with me
on these days of no return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
living in the smoke never without fear always hope till the end of time AH! days and days bliss upon bliss hope you can manage it