In LondonI saw a man covered with pigeons
Covered with their shiet
Feeding them
He was desperate for contact
- even pigeon shiet felt better
than Loneliness
In London
I saw a girl sitting on the steps
of the 18th century house
Her hair was red
and her skin white - whiter
than the whitest cheese
She was alone reading
and she was beautiful in her Loneliness
In London
I saw a man dinning
in a corner restaurant
He was also alone
but because his hair was blue - light blue
he attracted a lot of attention
People looked and
his Loneliness was broken by their stares
In London
I saw people dressed in the most colourful clothes
with the most expressive faces
and the purest aura one could imagine
And they smiled
once I managed to touch their souls
with eyes that spread Love
for their Uniqueness and their Light
