P. and M.
I observe the people around the metro
they walk
coming from different exits
Right, left from under from above
From the asphalt
Out of the asphalt
Between a cloud of pigeons stands a man
A round the pigeons stands a man
With his back and waving hands as if he is a pigeon
feeding them
dusting pigeons
in circles in the air
And there are P. and M. always cheerfull into their adventure
We swim in circles
in the tiny swimming pool of 2 by 3 metres
Than it rains and their is a electricity cut
in the darkness we think of a plan
a plan without a beginning and an end
You look like you are going to the moon
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