Yohann in progress

Yohann extraordinarily beautiful,
Unconventional and clever.
His long fingers, energy flow,
Nimble foci.Salsa.Refined.

His sunglasses,as in the eighties,
They make his look like a rock'n'roller.
In the evening, half a bottle of emaciated
Everyone calls him a magician and gambler.

And he is serious and curious scribe
In a long black coat with short hair,
With the earring in his ears, as the Vikings in the past centuries.

He does not take his gaze if you look in his eyes
So he seems more experienced and stronger.
I know, as me, you won't be easy to forget that days.

He plays all the games as a child,does not afraid to rock yet
And when all is sad and dull,
He reads comic books with glasses (drinking from a bottle of dry wine)
And also smiles to her.

Now he is at a distance leaves a note in his diary on each.
Already day.
Knows what tomorrow is going to
And throwing cigarette butts out the window.

All dispersed away around the globe,
Where to live in theory, should not be scared
As if life is heading to hell
Because I miss, not just because ...

I wrote
And he looked and saw some new, strange thoughts, words.
I've read
How to end the heroine prose alive.
And he listened
Seen as a close up of my mouth ...