My thoughts have left the city
but still the first Wednesday of the year
The road across the bridge is black
The river is dark
The office is dark
The computer screen is black
the coffee as well
I drink four cups from the vending machine
Talking to an American on the phone for a long time
The return is dark, and the river is black
The bridge sways, the trams crawl
crouching in fear
I'm late, but get a parking spot
lucky, because this night is special
the day of the sweepers' campaign
conquers in all directions
Robbing the forgetful
We are having rice and shredded chicken, stir-fried with
bamboo shoots, red and yellow bell peppers, chili pepper
water chestnuts, celery, carrot, bean sprouts, garlic
and coconut milk
I am drinking a glass of cheap red wine
Gato Negro
smoking a cigarette
another one
Thinking about Tokyo