10pm and in a way time lost its course and power today. Artificial stars, glowing on the windowsill and in between the plants. In other rooms elsewhere, the youth is getting ready for the night determined to resist sleep. Doors close, steps heading for the bus stop the crossroad the city itself. A tram ringing somewhere nearby, spotlights looping across densely covered skies. We hide from the cosmos and still we yearn for the moon. Have a soft night wherever you are.