when the day changes its color
from pale to gray then
absolute darkness
i start to get into this
little frenzy of sitting
on the roof of the house
and see how the city
lights itself
like a glittering
woman ready for the
next party
accept the fact that
even in darkness
the city too knows how
to please itself
and continue with its
usual moans
and noise
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