I grew up in this bustling city
learning its ways
little by little
Urban blood runs in my veins
Even in the crowd
the first ray of dawn
and the moonlit night
are not lost
A bat , a silhouette
against the moon,
swoops through the night
Light is never buried under dark
Solitude attracts me
In solitude
I devote myself
to religion, reading, writing
and arithmetic
Nevertheless
I can't break my
addiction to noise
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 3:03 AM UTC
I grew up in this bustling city
learning its ways
little by little
Urban blood runs in my veins
Even in the crowd
the first ray of dawn
and the moonlit night
are not lost
A bat , a silhouette
against the moon,
swoops through the night
Light is never buried under dark
Solitude attracts me
In solitude
I devote myself
to religion, reading, writing
and arithmetic
Nevertheless
I can't break my
addiction to noise
