Please close the window.

let not the light come to my room,

darkness is my forte.

let it not be disturbed...

let me not get killed

I have forgotten, what is it called?

yes, it is called the ray of hope.

How I love the four walls,

and the old door of gothic architecture...

the dampness all around me,

my life support system of scribbled papers and pencils...

my nudity,

the butts of rolled cigarettes,

the clock which is too weak to traverse time...

now let me keep quiet

the wind has always been kind to me...