Τετάρτη 17 Αυγούστου 2011

Eastern Summers

Welcome home!
Everybody sais that after closing the entrance door after a long and beautiful trip.
Everybody looks at his own hall and recognizes it only partially. Anyhow, it's always dark and lonely. Nobody ever comes out of the darkness to smile or speak. They hide or it's never the wright time. Must be. All the clocks are blinking after some insignificant nocturnal black-out that nobody ever really sees.
Dusty bags by the shoes.....it's to hot.....tomorrow promises nothing at all.
I can hear the "Silent pump" pumping shit from one pipeline to another. It's not so silent after all, may the Lord be praised for the lousy company. Still something important to be done.
Sleep.
And ............dream.