martes, 5 de mayo de 2009
New York Stillness
Like the feeling of lasting
lost in the city
neither a clear direction
nor a final destination
just walking
and feeling and walking
under that rain
lost and found
among the strangers.
Tiny breathing spot.
Like a spot of a spot
alone in a stillness of solitude
in an isolation emptiness.
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