While shivers crawl down my spine and I wait for the ending of this war, lulled by the trembling sound of a blurring piano in the cool and clear winter sky hanging on the Big Square.
People are murmuring as I isolate myself. I should walk in the gloomy light of the ancient architectures, down till the crowd melts away.
I won’t never be on time, as the Great Gig in the Sky crashes my thought in a crystalline view of perfection.
Aaah AAAH WAAAAH WAAHWAAAH WAAAoooh.
She sings, as the curtain closes on this stage.
Here, where my heart lingers.