Welcome to the sunset of minds

He stands on the edge of the corner

Wispering in rage into his own ears

Should I stay or should I run, my dears?

Leaving all behind for another corner?

His minds are filled with nuances of red

His lies are making the truth feel dead

And all felt and done seems lost

Surrounded by a reborn ghost.

winds

its cold. the first touchable feeling of this place. i tried to touch as little things humanly possible until here. the bridge. some call it obsession. i call it dream. closing my eyes i see more. i see not a city. not a bridge. not even light. i see power. i see bits of wisdom. i see insanity. i love it. i see rules and chaos. i see myself. it is not the place but the road that gives you the you you seek. you seek in dark. you touch nothing. nobody knows but you how important the feeling of wind is. this wind. nothing else. no other. the brooklyn bridge wind. join. join your dream and make it. other dreams will come.

whatever

wake up. smell. breath. wash your face. brush. i need a haircut. eat. the milk is old. whatever. cnn. need slipers. salami. no graham in this country. finally. camel. 2. quit it man. what tie? 23 of them. not more, not less. 23. the red one. the com one today. shoes. black. phone. black. sleepy. too much bacardi last night. metro. tube. whatever. old lady in front. asian. american. whatever. me. romanian. dog. yellow. never had one. never will. always want. BE FREE. get down 2 stop before. find pet shop. buy puppy. his name. nokia. call boss. ill be late. got a dog. take dog home. buy stuff. dog stuff. evening. alone. football. soccer. whatever. nokia doesnt care. me neither. jaggi. devon. alex. friends. "fuck dude. you bought a dog. always wanted one. ill buy one tomorrow". jaggi. devon. same. fight club system in the air. 4 am. dog barking. neighbour screams. whatever.