With a loud squeal the yellow cab stops before the gate,
I'm coming for you!
Cold blood then rushes through the narrow lanes
I hope it is not too late.
The time is slow, the wind is still
As pavements change in the middle of the night.
The black guard opens the door,
Corridor wakes under the blue light,
Room within room, door within door, hope within hope,
And nothing else!
The sleepless night is now waiting for me,
The broken poems are scattered before me,
The long lost promises are looking at me.
