Patchouli 1854 Honoré Payan

....with your penchant for the eternal.
Come tell.....du , vintage 66 , the best rock bar in the country.
Once "beyond ". Later "rock music Hamlar".
Directly at the train station Hamlar, a tiny Kaff, a residential building with pub, old sofas on the walls, otherwise only darkness.
Yes, that's right, on entering the smell of tobacco, of grass, of everything that was forbidden
was and I think still is......and sandalwood, a little, maybe still a little stale, of alcohol, in any form, of death, of life,....
after everything.....
First kisses,..... sweaty Fruit of the Loom T-shirt...
Long hair, very long hair....
on the walls big paintings of Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix....
that glow in the dark.
a tea room upstairs. for those who wanted to talk, about the meaning of life perhaps....
so not for you......
you just always wanted that loud rock music, dancing to it,
...until your mind goes blank.
to feel what life is...
i don't know anything about love. Not even today.
You always....
with your old pain....
and your unconditional
Lust for life...
Many from that time
Are long dead...
and always your patchouli.....
that can't be broken down, the viscous oil in the little
Bottle just as little,
as this.
You always....
Come sit with me for a beer
and tell me what.....

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