Face to a mirror,

going high,

watching somewhere inside

like on a tv screen...

Outside the days are going on.

The coffee is cold,

a silence invading the head...

A silence?...

Who walks on the street?

*

It's not "my" man:

this time is over...

Today,...

To night...

Feeeling a kind of emptyness

in my mind,

deep, so deep,

Yes: the silence...

Flled by ghosts.