Bad week I've seen till now,
next I'll see Atlantic ocean and will think of the past,
present passed thinking about past,
future unclear, foggy as only a london street could be
or a very bad-made espresso in Montparnasse.
Clouds and rain washing dirty thoughts, tonight.
Tomorrow I'll be fine, not today.
Today I sleep, won't go working,
today I see green trees and smell frozen tea.
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