Sometimes I stop to wonder who'll die before,

whether the wind or the sun,

the sea or the rain, the fire or God...

My nerves under pressure.


I keep silence while a new zoo

begins to move once again,

absent-minded, incoherent,

loose and ignorant, as is its custom


Perhaps nobody has noticed me

but one day more is so hard to bear

and in the dark they still can perceive all,

they might report every thing they saw.

But their lips shall stop and their spit keeps on shining

along with the stars


Streets now empty have lost their breath,

memories are far-off

and the few folk remained don't mind about that,

as if a cloud would haze the whole horizon


Another dream, silently...

It's only another dream