And we disappear!
The city merges us into a common stream
We are being dumped.
We are erased faces in our portraits
We can’t pray in cigarette smoke
We go with the flow of asphalt rolled
day by day breaking up into atoms
We turn ourselves into tin soldiers
faceless, soulless and nameless…
We walk, lit by lanterns
shattering light sources
And then, stumbling, we wander through wastelands
falling asleep in ditches, ditches …
… We erase our faces in portraits
We lose ourselves in the flow
creating a big urban edema
Helping ourselves to merge…