In the middle of the night, between
yesterday and tomorrow, past and
future – I’m empty as a sieve, with
only one simple wish – to remain in
this serene velvet black night. And
it is not possible.
People of the daylight have a kind
of mercilessness, to be with them
is like walking barefoot on broken
glass. I don’t know what’s wrong
with them. Maybe they are simply
stupid. But in the night I let it go.
I hear night birds sing low and slow.
I feel so safe in my soft night black
velvet coat and empty as a sieve I
have only one desire – to remain in
this peaceful moment. And it is
Life is constant motion.