Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The last night


18-12-2012

The sun falls
And the lamps get lid
And the first part of the night shines

You stand there, next to that bar
Awaiting your trip to the oasis of dreams

A boy passes, begging for his daily meal
Afterwards, an old woman carrying what she can from her shopping

You slowly inhale your cigarette
The bus comes, and waits for so long

You look at it, then at those who passed
You leave it and go where you belong

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