He took the newspaper and the matchbox out from his coat; And without noticing my confusion With no concern, He took the sugar from in front of me He dissolved two pieces in the cup, And in my blood he dissolved two flowers.. He dissolved me… Gathered me, Scattered me… I drank from his cup, I traveled through his smoke, But never knew where… He was there, sitting But wasn’t reading news, He was there, And I was close to him Eaten by the thoughts, Beaten by the rain, Oh, if this mysterious man would ever think of reading me, For in my eyes lies the most beautiful of news… Two moments later, Without seeing me, or noticing the longing haunting me He took the coat; in front of me, and disappeared, Disappeared into the crowd Leaving –behind him- the newspaper alone, Like me… Alone…