the morning has come,
but there s one room still in dark
he doesn t need light,
there is nothing
that he wants to or needs to see
all the pieces
of the world are going back to their places
but he s still in dark.
he has an empty glass and one cigarette
nobody finds him,
and he finds no one anymore
the wind of the city,
it comes through the window
and he just listens to the sound,
he just listens to the sound
though he can t understand
there is crying,
there is fighting,
they are angry
but who knows the reason
why they are doing so
and they want somebody
to love and to blame
but who know the reason
why they are doing so
and he doesn t see
the only thing
that he wants
deep silence can make him sleep
he s walking toward the wind
and closing the window