There is the tenderness- the cloudless sky.
and everything you dream is alive,
then it fades, freezes, falls, vanishes.
Grey metropolis embraces the dying siren.
the pigeons read time in reverse.
indifferent to history.
There is a hole in every thumb.
several wrong words appear in my pages
feelings of desolation and despair,
All night the beggars on the street cough.
in the city where I disappear,
some hoarding hold love, some bear empty lessons.
Only my eyes are asleep,
each breath becomes nothing.
No one talks about resistance,
how long can we live in amnesia?
