WALKING THROUGH AN EMPTY CITY (图)

WALKING THROUGH AN EMPTY CITY I walked through an empty city at dusk or in twilight hour, I was very happy or rather sad, I did not have a map or a destination, only your soft calling echoed across the chasm. I could start it, me or without me, again, love, after all, felt so easy. I could hear centuries old drama played out behind closed doors, tragic or farcical, personal light escaping from windows. It was autumn or mid December, chill, sweet air, no more electricity in my system; buoyant as a bird dancing on a peach tree, I was very happy or rather sad, I could think now for myself, I could start it again. :3/23/05