Tales from



I wander at night,
obsessed with darkness,
obsessed with these light stains
on the walls and floors.
The way it spreads
in the polluted sky,
forming colored radiances.

I feel like standing
right outside a movie set,
and all I can see are these stains,
rays or reflections
that manageto escape, filtrate.
Luminous pollution and digital noise.

Little by little, fictions comes through;
like fragments of stages.
I give a glimpse of my Chinese nights,
lonely and dark.
Here it does feel empty at night.
While the monster is sleeping,

I look for its merging points.
Darkness tainted with light.