"TRACES
At two in the morning moonlight. The train stopped in the middle of the plain. In the distance, a city the points of light
twinkling coldly to the confines of the look.
It's like when a man goes so far in the dream he can not remember that he has remained there when he returned to his room.
And as when someone goes so far into the disease than gasoline days turns into sparks, insignificant and cold swarm the edge look.
The train is perfectly still.
Two hours: an intense moon cliar. And rare stars. "
"IT FALLS SNOW
The signs are
more and more numerous
when approaching a city.
The eyes of thousands of men
the country of long shadows.
A bridge is built
slowly
right in space. "
Anyway I liked.
