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TRAPPED IN GENEVA she walks through crowed sunday night chic headphones around her bare neck she doesnt listen to music (she is lovesick) she wants to hear the cities soundtrack moving. living. pulsing. ticking an old men is carrying his tiny doggy a yound beautiful men is jogging by she gets aware of her own body and beauty how neglected her system and why she is alone in geneva and the climate is loose and mild a phone is ringing in an empty building. a connection untried a group of young african dancers cheer at her confidentlay she doesnt smile back the smiles recoil and pass away it makes her feel cruel she is wishing them best but their music and their drugs are not for her to rest she is looking for an asian restaurant and walks to still her void. she stops to write down what she just thought when she arrives at the harbour. she starts to feel calm kissing couples on benches. the world seems to be alright she hopes that she would be accepted alone between the ones having a ripping good time when she hits the stones by the surf - she cries. . when she starts walking again she gets impressed about the silence of the huge fontane is overwhelming powerful water fest the water eases her pain her glasses are broken someone stepped on them last night in a dirty club its a crack through the right eye she looks like she got beaten up. she enters the poshy chinese restaurant the waiter is surprised to seat her alone she asks for for the english menu and the most private place they put her seperate unshown she orders an expensive dish roasted duck she needs to tuck up a habit tonite and eat something violent even she is a vegetarian monument she counts the swiss frank she grabed from the table when she left. somewhere in the space between trapped and handicaped she orders tsing tao and lights a cigarette in geneva the chilly is crystal poshy. expensive. polished and vain a broken day in a perfect system a unmissed stroke of pain when she finishes the dish she smokes 3 cigarettes in row the tsing tao is not in a hurry she feels bleak and low the table neighbours mobile rings too loud he speaks english with unrecognizable accent in geneva the chilly is shining. she starts to freeze like the jewels in the shopping windows they seem to be wealth/ hoop for nobody underlining just a cliche to fullfill which nobody bothered to cease her table neighbor starts a conversation that he is from malaysia. working for the goverment and he stopped smoking 107 days ago and asks if she is here for business or vacation he is nice. she wishes him a good stay in geneve bon apetite and leaves she walks home and types herstory in her powerbook. ready to evoke a rhyme. the connection is broken the tender built love line unwoken her hair is shining. her screen is her hook |