I left my heart in Alexanderplatz
believe, perhaps foolishly,
to come back for one day. I abandoned to their fate.
I said, stay with all
this city belongs to us.
Indeed, I never felt so free
and in their streets. It was September. Han
few years since then. Sometimes, I listen.
I invade the smell of snuff and foam
and let myself be enveloped by the mist and white
indelible is the nostalgia.
And Berlin remains looking everywhere
believe, perhaps foolishly, that betrays the invention
again.
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