A night to remember: Absinthe and Perigee.

This is a post for B.
(Wherever you are).

"And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing into dust
I just let it fade away

(...) So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends."
Garbage, Cup of Coffee.

Tonigt's the biggest and brightest full moon of 2007, ('Perigee', when the moon approaches closer to the Earth), and tonight, like every year since I'm wandering in the streets of the world, I spend a bit of time thinking 'bout all those moments and illutions I used to have, when the energy of autumn gave me strenght and faith to believe in someone else.

I lit some candles, sat down and drank a cup of coffee:
Felt the cold wind...
Sad memories.

Then I drank an absinthe's shot:
Murmurs and ghosts at sunset...
Scars.
My spirit started to burn,
and it was slowly consumed by fire and oblivion.

I wish anyone could share this moment.

(The table is still crumbling).

Can anybody see the bright light of a mourning spirit, floating in the dark?