sitting at the kitchen at night, between 1am and no time... sitting there... trying to find calmness, dimmed light, hearing the sounds of night, barking dog, fast car, sudden bullet, my mother going to the toilet, the refrigerator and my heart beats... i feel i'm one of the dogs running in the streets, i belong to the night, the day is the slavery time, when i have to work for the sake of money, for others to be satisfied, at night i'm free... i'm a wondering dog, barking on the passing cars, trying to awake the dead people in the houses.. people dreaming of going to desret in search for... i don't know what??
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