No cigaretts coffee and women

tonight I’ ll be very quiet
like a photo
like a broken pen
like a calendar with tore pages
I was thinking of the stairs watching
of the distance with no return
of the geer box of time
of the burning match
of the dress thrown on the edge of bad
I was thinking of the trucks parked in forbidden places
of the flower that will miss tomorrow
tonight I’ ll be very quiet
no cigaretts coffee and women
I’ m going round the sleeping circle like a disable bear
soon I’ll lose myself in this universal room
like a rainbow
like a smile
like an envelope in a letter box
like a morning without sun...
only the bells are enriching the silence of the other world