January evening, all roads are blocked,*
And now the month of December is gone.
Light rain at night, I still wait for Christmas,
I know there’s no snow in Bordeaux.
Cold sheets, open window in snow for show.
Veins itch, there’s still warmth in the past.
Coffee steams, cigarette smoke in kitchen,
Cold wind from outside, nipples go hard.
(There is not enough skin on my chest)
Hotell Olümpia still rests in dark
And the boulevard down there is stuck.
(All roads are blocked)
For myself, being genuine is not ok
*Juhan Viiding – Ma Olin Jüri Üdi (I was George Marrow), 1978.