We smoke, we walk, we forget in the streets.
In the streets we check the weather , in the streets we learn to talk. I blow the positions and my foot writes on the stairs my next novel. I pray in the corners, I wish the better for the foreigners when they cross the road. My story is a fashion of politics in the beautiful trip of trains crossing Germany till the North Sea.
You find your friends on the walls.
Look at the mirror and find your nafs.