In the silence of a city night, when the stars shimmer through the urban haze, there are places where loneliness takes on a special poignancy. A soda machine, like a silent witness, becomes a haven for those whose hearts are filled with sadness. Here, under its cold light, stories of unspoken words and unfulfilled hopes unfold. Drops of tears, falling onto the gray asphalt, reflect an inner world filled with longing and tenderness. This collection is an attempt to capture those moments when a girl cries at the machine and to capture them in words.
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Remake: A girl cries in a vending machine – on a smartphone
A girl cries at the screen, She's online again on her messenger, Her heart beats like it's in a trap, Why aren't you writing? Give me a sign, give me one! The city sleeps, shop windows are burning, Music is playing somewhere, But in my soul there are only ruins, The phone in my hands is silent. She dials, erases again, "How are you?" - such sadness, There are no words from the heart that could take away this sadness. Morning is coming soon, people are on the subway, And she still waits for a simple answer, In this big city He lost her, the hero...
Glass Tears
In the vending machine window, like in a mirror, my face, pale, dull. Coins in my hand, an awkward tremor, and the pain inside, so deep. The water has frozen, frozen in bubbles, like my life, that never went away. Only tears flow, a transparent stream, washing the world, so alien.
Under the night lamp
The lamp above him, like a cold eye, looks at the tears that now flow. Each sip is like a new blow, wounding the soul like a sharp dagger. A bitter, familiar taste, like the taste of loss, opens a sealed door in the soul. The pain that was hidden there has now blossomed, and a quiet song of sadness has begun. And your fingers tremble, and your breathing is ragged, when you look into the glass, where your face is blurred. The desire is simply to leave, to run away, but your feet seem rooted to the ground.
Mechanical consolation
The button is pressed, the icy hissing, the water – like a tear, just like melted water. It gurgles, filling an empty glass, but my heart finds no peace. I search in this sound for at least a drop of warmth, but only melancholy has embraced me here. The machine is silent, silently looking at the girl sitting here alone.
Reflection in glass
In the dark glass, where the lights glare, I see myself, but no stronger than myself. Only sadness on my lips, and moisture in my eyes, And the memory of what remains in dreams. The machine is like a ghost, cold and empty, It reflects my quiet sadness. Each bottle is like a forgotten moment, That took with it a gift of happiness. And I want to scream, but my voice trembles, And my heart aches so painfully inside. But only a quiet whisper, a barely audible sound, Carries through the night, like a bitter fear. And it seems as if the whole world has frozen here, And only the machine gun is my only baton. That will show the way when the trail is lost, But only cold in response, and nothing else.
Night Dialogue
My faithful friend, he hisses quietly, as if sighing, that he doesn't understand. But I will tell him everything, albeit in silence, about what torments the depths of my soul. He listens silently, pouring out icy water, and it seems as if it were my sorrow. He absorbs my groan like a sponge, and gives only cold, as if it were a law.
Tears and bubbles
Drops from my eyelashes, like dew on the grass, Fall down onto the asphalt in the darkness. And the bubbles in the glass, like stars in the night, Shimmer, but there is no light to be found in them. The machine gun is a silent witness to melancholy, Its cold is like the cold of my hand. I try to warm myself, sip after sip, But only cold pours into my heart. And it seems as if the whole world has fallen silent, Only the sound of water and my quiet sobs. And I want to believe that tomorrow will come, And the sun will dispel all this sadness. But the night is so long, and this world is so empty, When you cry alone, and there is no strength nearby. Only the machine gun – and its cold gaze, The hope of something that will come back.
Loneliness in the light
The lamp burns, illuminating sadness. The girl cries, longing for the distance. Where there are no vending machines, where there is no cold, Where there is only warmth and someone's hand. But here there is only the hum and hiss of water, And the reflection of the sadness hidden within. She drinks, and tears mingle with the water, And it seems as if the world has become alien.
Melody of the Night
The quiet sound of water is like the song of a machine gun, Pain and loss dissolve in it. Each drop is like a word left unsaid, And each tear is like a dream that has faded. He pours her a drink, not knowing the reasons, Her loneliness, her bitter reasons. But the girl cries, and looks into the glass, Where her aching heart is reflected. And it seems as if the whole world has frozen here, And only the machine gun is my only baton. That will show the way when the trail is lost, But only cold answers, and nothing else. And I want to believe that tomorrow will come, And the sun will dispel all this sadness. But the night is so long, and this world is so empty, When you cry alone, and there is no strength by your side.
Silent Witness
He simply stands there, cold and gray, pouring water as if it were faith. That it will get easier, that this pain will pass, but only the cold in the soul plays its role. The girl drinks, and tear after tear, streams down her cheeks like pouring rain. And it seems as if the whole world has frozen here, and only the machine gun is my only weapon.
Frozen Dreams
In the glass wall there's not a world, but only a shadow, Where thoughts hide, where the day fades. And the girl cries, forgetting everything, About what once was, and what is now. The machine gun is like a portal to a world of forgotten years, Where laughter rang, and the dawn was bright. But only water, and cold metal, And the pain that called her here again. And you want to believe that tomorrow will come, And the sun will dispel all this sadness. But the night is so long, and this world is so empty, When you cry alone, and there is no strength nearby. Only the cold water, and the quiet whisper of the night, And the tears that flow, as if prophesying. That happiness is gone, and will not return, Leaving only emptiness and a bitter sunset.
A sip of despair
Every sip is like a step into nowhere, Where there's only cold, where there's only trouble. The machine is silent, it doesn't know what to do, When the heart cries and wants to howl. But the tears flow, and mingle with the water, And it seems as if the world has become alien. And only this roar, and the hiss of the water, Remains with her, in this night silence.
Glass shards
In the vending machine window are fragments of my soul, Shattered to pieces in the stillness of the night. And the girl cries and looks there, Where there used to be light, and now only water. The vending machine is like a mirror that showed her That her world is fragile, and full of shadows. And tears flow like rivers in the desert, Looking for at least a sip that will quench this pain. But only cold in response, and the quiet whisper of the night, And tears that flow, as if prophesying. That happiness is gone, and will not return, Leaving only emptiness and a bitter sunset. And you want to believe that tomorrow will come, And the sun will dispel all this sadness. But the night is so long, and this world is so empty, When you cry alone, and there is no strength nearby.
A quiet sob
A quiet sob in the night, like a bird's flight, That fell down, and will fly no more. The girl cries and looks into the glass, Where her aching heart is reflected. The automaton—a silent, soulless hero—Gives her water, but not peace. And only cold in the soul, and the quiet whisper of the night, And the tears that flow, as if prophesying.
A coin in the palm of your hand
A coin in my palm, cold as ice, And my heart, bent with pain. The machine gun is like a portal to a world of forgotten years, Where laughter rang and the dawn was bright. But only water, and cold metal, And the pain that called her here again. And I want to believe that tomorrow will come, And the sun will dispel all this sadness. But the night is so long, and this world is so empty, When you cry alone, and there is no strength nearby. Only the cold water, and the quiet whisper of the night, And the tears that flow, as if prophesying. That happiness is gone, and will not return, Leaving only emptiness and a bitter sunset. And I want to believe that tomorrow will come, And the sun will dispel all this sadness.
The last sip
The last sip, and the glass is empty, But the pain hasn't gone away, it remains with me. The machine fell silent, only the cold all around, And loneliness, my eternal friend. And the girl stood up and walked into the darkness, Leaving behind her tears and her dream. But somewhere in her soul, that light remained, That might one day dispel this delirium.