The City is Afraid

Glowing in the dark on this rainy night with the masks, the fugitive of the park, circling the lost City(s), with fear of honor himself... for a cigarette, proceeds to the one-way street of his loneliness and admits, looking up: "My rain, the city (within me) is afraid" and in the wake of thoughts, as if sailing in a vast sea, he seeks the unexpected, letting the fear of oblivion lead him to the mythical Achilla's politeia, which mortals call Aspropyrgos, knowing that there the Unknown and his peers corner him in the underground bar Flora and the birds, where wild flowers still bloom in the city listening to Seduction, and while he continues to fear he finds the courage to ask the Strangers: "Where has my piece of heaven gone?" and immediately he feels that inside him the City is less afraid than him!