I found Harlem (english)
(Autor: andé)

[...]Yes, it´s true when I say
I switch on the light in
the hall at nights,

press my forehead against
the cold glass doors,
inhale the cold and wait until

the light goes off again –

only to prove to myself
that everything abandons me,

even the cold neon light in a cold night
in a cold hall.

Even that.

And I take a deep breath
of the cold night in the hall,

climb up them
flight of stairs
and plunge myself

down those stairs,

only to explain the
hammering hammering
pain in my breast,

that I could not explain without
the hitting on cold stairs
in a cold hall with a cold neon light,

why and how?

How pathetic and yet [...]


I FOUND HARLEM.

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