Author of quotes: WICKED GAME. Page 2

Here, in the backyard, with me are the last echoes of the concert, a cigarette and thickening evening darkness. But there are no tears: their source is still exhaustible.

We are such fools: both in tears. Finally I leave. Violetta remains.

The light is very dim. It is full of bottles, glasses, ashtrays ... The brown walls silently scream with hundreds of black inscriptions, reflected in a large dull mirror. The stage is somewhere to the right, from there muffled bass and drums can be heard, mixing with the beating of my heart and giving a rumble in my temples.

Not at all like me, uninhibited, red-haired, with a bold look and a confident jaw, this girl made a strong impression on me. I looked at her photos almost daily, reveling in the exciting, blood-hot thought that she and I were so close, but at the same time... Unfamiliar.

My tears are not enough to remove the pain from the heart.

I didn't think at the gates of Hell can freeze over.

I dreamed that you kissed some girl and then I kissed her - just to be able to feel your lips...