Nothing ever happens when you're at the bottom alone.
And when nights drag into subconsciousness to memory.
An avalanche of rolling weights is pressing heavily.
And the sweat starts to irritate only later.
Only later, the city awakens.
Some torn streets,
The flash of the wet tracks,
The first tram in the street
Is growing in my eyes.
Morning visits the scene routinely.
With all due respect
I step aside.
A double disguise on his face
Makes providence unnecessary.
How can I control myself, when
The feeling so different from what I know
So different from what I wanna see, is killing me.
Something like a flash
I watched a movie about hopelessness,
Or was it a chronicle of the
Unknown, because that was the name
Of the man, neither alive, nor dead, nor a sailor.
If I ever fulfill my wish
And you give me the right to think,
That's the only way I'm gonna keep him.
If I ever reach the place with no fear,
I'll be ready to forget.
Some torn streets
The flash of the wet tracks,
The first tram in the street,
That glow in your eyes.