Brown eyes

A cloud fell in the vineyard

one man was talking to himself

the hills smelled of fire,

and the inhabitants of the neighboring village

they stole our sun.

 

There were four cups in front of me

I emptied them all to one,

too much for one day

too little for one person,

that's why I wear brown eyes.

◄ Angels on the wall

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