Z Transforms Fibonacci Series

Incognita

Sitting in a coffee shop, looking at the scenery ...
the ashes of a cigarette and a vodka nor cold nor hot ...
Its taste is rather unpleasant ...
There, in the sea of \u200b\u200bmemories ...
awaiting your arrival or perhaps rudeness
Wondering Why am I here?
will be good or bad the wait ... The answer is a mystery ...
not what my fate with her ...
But here I am ... watching the rain fall ...
I do not feel cold or hot ...
not feel sadness or anger ... It's just

unknown ... still not mine, nor is any other But and I love ...
Gradually
I go ... I see the silhouette of her body ...
His wavy hair and strange ...
walk Its essence
delicious ... I admit ...
fragrance is my drug ... And drug
fence!
That neither kills nor
revive ... I just became addicted

greets me with a kiss on the neck ...
tickling
I love!
sits on my desk, lights his cigar ...
Silently watching me ... smile ...

And I think ... this is pathetic!
("If you love should not suffer ... not wasting time or wasting tears Waiting for your words ... If you love ... say it ... " I love you! Steal a kiss Neither streets or you keep it ... is the unknown or the knowledge of the truth ... is better to try to give up easily

...") I look ...
us kiss your lips!
oh! and longed to try ...
then the mystery is solved
and my conclusion is
If you love, why not say so?