i am one again. it seems that a part of me never left, and stayed here, in pain, missing itself. i am back. my left support casts a shadow, a moon shadow, a distant horse fights with it's already heavy load. the stars. never seen the stars in the city so clearly as tonite. the moon, trying to overcome the clearness of the night. futile attempt, hopefully. another horse, but this time it carries anyhting but hope. the night is awaken. the city is not sleeping. it's the first time in a long time i come back this early, satisfied, but empty. orion, my guide, my alibi, my stars. by foot the city was broken in. noone there, nobody here, everything but crowds.and i am back, with the parfume of croaissants in the air, with the moon casting the shadows of my fingers over the matrix of symbols that never fade. and not to be forgotten, my bagatelle is here. tired. planes i hate too much. and i recall the time you made me feel like this, the peace , the satisfaction, the completeness. i am there again, with my carryall heart. i hit my head against the back wall. this is not an exit. and in such a clear sky i see no shooting stars. the explanation is simple. my shooting star is starring her own story right now.