My lovely seat in the bus
is the one that looks backwards.
Well, it seems like a view to the future
as I ‘m looking through the window.
Every car that follows the bus is a tiny part
of future coming
– slightly soon, slightly in a hurry –
My lovely seat, such different from the others,
(the normal ones), is so adorable!
Strange! Though the cars look like particles from future
the blocks of flats are the past, which insist to haunt you
in every feeling, in every step…
your inner thoughts, your inner voice,
mystics that have to be revealed…
And the sun is still shining
and the stars are still sparkling.
My lovely seat…
slightly soon, slightly in a hurry.