One last time,
raincleaned Beijing-streets
through the windows of a bus
Blue and white.
You're th incomprehensible,
wild and untamed pulse of this city,
beating my heart
to race your rhythm.
Chinese men between street lamps,
hitting, sitting, fighting, laughing.
Your many women,
Cut ups.
Feverishly pulsing their way through you.
There is a girl,
drowning in your stream.
With freshly cut hair and wordless feelings,
she's pulled with you
and watches
and loves
even herself.

Alles Liebe,
Mer-Yan