Filàk Dupèrre

Berlin #2

Tall walls and broken halls
Dark streets shine around us
Metro stations are final destinations
And expectations nothing at all

Two drunks walk around
Two-thirty Tuesday morning alone
Their expectations amount to nothing at all
Their shadows are left for forgetting alone

Home is soon and never soon enough
Cold air in their nose is soft
“Kommst du hier oft?”
“Nein, ich habe keine Kleingeld.”

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