Everlasting Peace

There was a door. I opened it. Behind the door was a wall. Behind the window too there was a wall. The ceiling of the room was cracking the broken line turned into a ravine of plaster. - An attack! Go to the shelter! – Behind the door was a wall. Behind my window was a wall. The ceiling of the room came down with a terrible noise. My breath stopped. I jolted awake where I lay from the war of the nightmare of loneliness. In the darkness I ran my hand over your shoulder. I curled myself up – as if – an unborn child. I slip. I sleep in your arms forever, my love...