shattered. Standing on the edge of the pavement, motionless, like a biblical precipice of cement. Just picked up the newspaper, just peeled. The nose buried in a scarf, heavy, to protect me from the cold of these morning frost and fog, I hide it, I protect us. I am ashamed. Fog misted eyes that read frantically, making its way between small drops of water, including small items of ink in small people's lives. The hands still held Open the newspaper, but inside are immbili tremble. They are silent, but inside I cry, disgusted by the sad spectacle of human nature . The loud music in my ears does not cover the city irrelevant traffic that does not cover the noise I hear clear that somewhere - inside me, beside me. Glass beads that rattle, fall, roll as high scale. After all the effort I made to bring them up there: Adrenaline. Even so fragile, can not stand the shock-do not hold up in disgust. Collapse of the dreams - break-in and everything is shattered. Not worth the order here. By the way, I throw the paper path.
Standing up on the sidewalk, unmoving, like on a concrete's cliff. In my hands the newspaper - just took, just glanced. My nose thrusted deep into the scarf, in order to keep myself worm in these cold and foggy mornings. I feel ashamed. Mist in my steamed up eyes reading frantically, making way between little water drops, between little ink words, in others' little lives. Hands still hold the newspaper: they're unmoving, but I'm trembling inside. I can't say a word, but I'm crying inside. Disgusted by the human nature's sad show . Thundering music in my ears can't cover the noise of ininterested traffic that can't cover the clear sound I can hear somewhere - inside me, outside me. Glass bilias thinkling, falling out, rolling, like tumbling down the stairs. After all the effort I did to took them up there, they collapse. So fragile, they can't suffer the bump - the disgust. Dreams collapse and everything shatters. It's not worth clearing up here. I cross the road, throw away the newspaper and walk.
