In memory of Mandana Shirandami
Party
The party starts at seven p.m.
You wouldn't believe, how ready I am.
The stage, the audience and the drinks.
Finally, Faith gives me few winks.
I waited for moment like this for so long.
I finally found the place, I belong.
The atmosphere is really great.
It isn't too early, it isn't too late.
I'm in the right moment, I'm in the right time,
My life is about to turn on a dime.
The party is going as I wish,
The perfect wine and the perfect dish.
There's no ache, there's no pain,
Next week, I will be here again.
October 21. 2014
Igor Packer
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