Clothes sticking to my skin,
I face the sky...

We stand together,
we stand apart...

I watch the routine rise
of a blazing diamond...

Glass panes divide
the trees and sky...

I appear distorted in my mirror.
My exterior...

They are witnesses
of so many rebirth of springs...

[ Edited version of "The floor lamp&quot...
Upright column...

Clatter on tram tracks
puddles of rain...

Playing "Walk, Don't Run"
on an ebony cassette recorder...

Three equal arms
of a symmetric 'Y...

I won't tread the path again
Let the grayish belt of asphalt...

We are all diced up
boiled individuals, you know...