it's a long and silent street
I walk in the dark and trip and fall
and get up and step blindly
on the mute stones and dry leaves
and someones behind me is also walking
if I stop, he stops;
if I run,he runs. I turn around: no one.
Everything is black, there is no exit,
and I turn and turn corners
that always lead to the street
where no one waits for me, no one follows,
where I follow a man who trips
and gets up and says when he sees me:
no one.
