...some moments just pass you by like a ghost and what remains are fading lights.
...how lights changes every now and then without warning.
...and how dynamic everything seems to be whereas in some parts of the world, everyone is asleep.
...or how in the solitude of the night the sight pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
...my mind is fully awakened by this stereophonic little noises from the other side.
...I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
...it shows even those that we thought are hidden.
...and just like the night, it smiles back!
makes a poet out of a bum
a nearly comprehensible moment
making every possible sights
subtle, if not vague and enduring.
My night, such darkness, hiding a portion
of everything I forebode in a day.