It is 04.17A.M.,
I’m taking a walk with my shadow through the city
Now, when the city sleeps,
My shadow can understand it the best:
I’m showing it the bus station and the passage on which restless cars pass,
I’m showing it the mall and the dorm where I live,
But it shies away and runs inside me.
Hidden within me,
The shadow looks upon the bus station
But being so sleepy it sees the Liberty Statue and the Triumph Arc
And climbing in Craiova’s Eiffel Tower
It jumps down
It is 4.20 A.M.,
I’ve taken my shadow to a walk through the city
And in the end
I buried both shadow and city.
A lot has happened and yet the clock shows 03.03 A.M.