Crossing the bridge from Manhattan to Brooklyn The mist separated us from the reality outside Glasses of air, framed by the iron wires Hearing the voice of my favorite story teller
I do not like globalization, she said Don't walk so fast, I thought What time is it now, she asked It's too early to go home, I murmured
Yes, it is almost midnight, I said Nobody was around Nothing matters, nothing ...
Crossing the bridge from Manhattan to Brooklyn
ReplyDeleteThe mist separated us from the reality outside
Glasses of air, framed by the iron wires
Hearing the voice of my favorite story teller
I do not like globalization, she said
Don't walk so fast, I thought
What time is it now, she asked
It's too early to go home, I murmured
Yes, it is almost midnight, I said
Nobody was around
Nothing matters, nothing ...