City walls stick like a prison of liquorice
It rains on the summers
erasing words from a farewell letter
without adress and recipient ...
The city\'s windows are only closed eyes
on faces forgotten by life ,
a mad man haunts the empty streets...
Is this a poet or a serial killer ?
The city is a bored old maid ,
she loves sparrow with no memory
and wanderers chilling on the banks ...
A wise dog pees on graffiti...
I\'m the city traveler
quiet cat ,
everyday explorer of clouds
lost in rooftops ...
I fall asleep ,trapped in a shoebox,
lulled by the distant flight of a steel bird
linking Buenos-aires to Brussels ...
I have so much tenderness of this city
that I hate...
And that one day I\'ll leave
like a lover without pleasure
whose lean arms comfort me...