Leaving the Cinema
Dreams flickered on a white cloth.
Two hours in the shadow of the moon.
A happy return from the journey.
Love set to a sentimental tune.
After the fairy tale the world is black and blue and veiled in mist.
Here faces and roles go unrestricted.
The girls act out her many woes
and the young soldier sings out his.
I return to you, to the real world,
crowded and dark, full of fate:
to you, a girl looking in vain
and a one-armed youth, at a wrought-iron gate.
Take only pictures, steal only time, leave only footprints.