The city is beautiful at night,

just as all other cities with

that same throb of vitality and life.

That feeling that here is where you were meant to be,

only here you can find the raw marrow

of your life.

Amid all the rush and movement

of the people,

you alone   are still    and quiet   

Feeling that wonderful sadness

of inclusion and

isolation

all at the same time.

Buses-cars-flash by you

a splash of color here 

and there;

the shadow of the face of a stranger.

Feeling understood by the city

free to be yourself,

and if you dislike what you see,

free   to dissapear amoung the multitude

And emerge as who you dream to be...