time

There was smoke in the air, 
and alcohol in every glass. 
Everything was black and white. 
There was a woman who looked at her nails, 
and a man with a tie thinking of her. 
He looked condemned. 
He looked condemedly tired.

- Have you ever thought about killing your pains with alcohol?
- Alcohol can not kill everything. 
- Alcohol can kill you. And carry your pains along. 
- Grab a glass then, lets die together. 

A small smile in her face, 
that was supossed not to be seen. 
A cigarrete in her mouth, 
and everything fading. 

The film was gone. 
The time too. 
But that time was coloured.