when the daytime noise falls silent
and the air molecules cease to shake with the blast waves of the metropolis
I go to the balcony
look at the sky
at night it looks like as if you were looking at it from a well
and you don't understand
if you are looking at the stars
whether the stars are looking at you
cars parked at night
wink with blue lights of alarms
and only my car has a little red light
what the hell
myriads of lights are scattered in space
there is cosmos above
and there is cosmos below
I feel like a grain of sand
among the same grains of sand
and cold penetrates my clothes
but I go into the room
I close the balcony door
I open a bottle of wine
and a drink of oblivion
warms my soul ...


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