brick wallwindows like the haunted eyesof the exiledno one gets a chancewe fall in and out of love on sidewalksbehind long abandoned train stationswhere all the tiny angelsburst into flames only spring understandssome of the sad onesfell in love and never fell outsome of the beautiful onesnever loved at alltoday, in the grey noiseof this city of false renewalwe dream again of that perfect kisssomewhere that bird rises amo...