Quiet streets

Since you have gone

The bustle had switched off

My lips move silently

In since with unspoken words

Nothing passes

The time standing still

Shall we meet again?

When oh when?


Sure thing

I shall answer

All the questions

You do not ask

Only if you

Let your eyes talk

My road and ypurs

Have already merged

Meanings never meant

New dimensions emerge

The Boss

The boss was visiting the factory floor. His entourage preceded him. The salesman was required to prepare his pitch.

We decided to be concise, clear and attractive.

There was a toy model of a city. In unusual dimensions. Right right write it all up, hold it. Not many people understood what was meant.