In the night,
The city, like a forest,
Glimmers with the eyes of
Scared animals.
We are waiting for our farewell
At the station
Among scattered buses
And poorly dressed passengers.
To avoid sadness,
I take you for a short walk:
Blue-lined wagons along the
Infinite platform,
Doors open, the scent of
Former passengers
Spreading around.
Where could we go?
To Prague, Vienna, Istanbul,
Everywhere except parting,
I implore.
Above us, looms the white vault
Under which fly
Lost pigeons and sparrows.
Instead of dinner,
You're buying a bag
Bobby sticks
And you offer me:
Take it as compensation for
My departed
Love, you whisper.
Then, you wave at me
Through a dirty window.
I wave back with a small smile
As I descent
Among black coats,
Padded jackets, dirty shoes,
Crying children, old beggars.
The
curtain drops.
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