dhomen e hotelit e kisha ne katin e 16, marr ashencorin te shkoj siper rreth ores 5 te mengjesit pas nje nate te gjate...(somewhat drunk)
ne katin e 6 ndalet ashencori dhe hapet dera, askush nuk hyn brenda, ne korridor perbadh meje eshte ulur zbathur ne tapet nje goce e bukur evropiane duke pire duhan vetem...
dal nga ashencori dhe ulem prane saj, ndezi cigaren time dhe nuk them asgje per nje moment...
a beautiful sweet 22 year old irish girl is staring at me, while smiling with a visible but confused pleasure in her face...
as two lost souls we keep smoking and talking and laying next to each-other...
for the next 3 days i have never kissed a face so much in my life...
kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, a thousand times...
we say good bye to each-other, both with a sad smile as we walk in different directions, i start wandering, reflecting, while coverd in sadness...
back to my reality! to a black hole covered in everlasting emptiness, pathetically ashamed, realizing how much passion is buried beneath somewhere...