The cars passed in a rush, very close to the path.
Curious faces behind fast windows.
They were certainly asking the same question about that lonely man.
In the night. On the path. Very close to the cars.
Among pieces of metal, plastic and lives, someone standing still and looking down.
It was me, useless, trying to understand death.
Curious faces behind fast windows.
They were certainly asking the same question about that lonely man.
In the night. On the path. Very close to the cars.
Among pieces of metal, plastic and lives, someone standing still and looking down.
It was me, useless, trying to understand death.
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Quite nice!
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Bjo