Late at night, when everyone's sleeping tight, I act drunk, drinking my bitter tears with hard music on my mind. I wait until everything feels alright, then slowly drift off to sleep without a fight.
Stupid heart, blank brain and still body!
I hate tears! They don't care when or where to fall!
Thakaan kuchh aisi ke puri zindagi bhar ki bhi mohlat kam pad jaaye!
No craving void left aching in the soul.
The night has come closer, replacing the unknown people with the known darkness.
K.Yamada
Umberto Prencipe