walking in the night

walking in the night I see neons and whores

and flashs of trams power lines

echoeing, roaring, exploding

and asiatics bells playing in the rithm of the wind

and whispers of drunk beggars,

and taxi horns

the jazzman whistle

so many different songs

make me try a dance step

over the sights of whores

over the spot of neon

over the claps of trams flashs

and step after step

I make my dance through the night

my walk to life.

Hiroshima, autumn 2008.