1320 Berger Colour Chart

The cruel face of the moon

Come and watch the moon is cold
its light, not heat the body

lengthening shadows on the walls.
are no sharp shadows, but faded as the memories

sweet and pungent
you strike the mind.

Come and watch the moon on the sand

of a cold August night
while my hands caresses,
and a tear in your eye check
for a future that does not belong there.

Come and watch the moon;

behind the glass window of your face lights up the silver, while in
empty street, between the windows out,
a man looks at the moon and his white hair
challenge time.

Vincent