Years of Ardour
Months of Training
A Quarter of Hour on Stage
Three Minutes of Applause and Huzzas
A Few Seconds of True Smile
In a Split Second, Your Breast Opens Wide...
and then?
you wear your coat and go back home
turn your computer on
write something... anything
to the people you cannot find any free time
to talk to their faces
maybe he comes to nag you,
to make you smoke a cigarette
and you lose the last pieces of rest
you swear
you say fuck and things like that
all in silence
all in your head
you give up
you get sleepy
and again you could not finish your homework
yet, you go to bed
and sleep into a dreamless night
only to wake up
with an irritating alarm clock.