Our Old World

…everybody who has rushed into Icon´s abyss ( will kiss and kiss again ) and then meet at the corner of Hi and Bye Masha ( you carry Spain within you ) and oh, how I wanted to put a tiny scar on your cheek by the way, do you still drink the same wine? To me you were the only star of Mrs Winnipeg ( they told me you were to be a heroine ) They all thought you were going to change the world and its politics ( how childish when I come to think about it ) Masha! You did not spin around my Ego-Cosmos Sometimes I believe you were not even there! ( Ha, everything was EU that semester ) where then are we now? enemies? some sort of aquintances? we would tell the same old stories, discussing old colonies ( oh, yeah! ), thinking we are so free and radical Everything a kind of Middle-class world ( I sigh! )….. And all the rest will be referred to in accurate terms ( something forgotten, something lost ) issues we say we understand and Mrs Winnipeg, you will be for-ever there! The one and only Aristocrat to me ( arguments so prepared ) Masha did not have to claim the world stem from our Civilisation And somehow I look up at the old Icons on the wall