The city

This city teems, swarms, turns, whirls, lights, vibrates, lives and throbs. With her sounds and lights, she breathes you in; you can never flee. Her thousand-eyed concrete-giants stretch above you, settle on you: she gulps you down, entombs and fuses you with herself. This city shows you how small you are. Only a little cell. But within her. You’re a part of her body. Your heart beats together with her throbbing and you spin and vibrate and live like never before. In the daytime with unconcerned face, running, existing almost automatically, monotonously. Melted into the crowd and vanished. At night crazily, just letting her sweep you away and lead you, no matter where. You let her awake that person inside who you have never known about. She disturbs your mind, but you don’t resist … it doesn’t matter. Because you live, like never before. And you don’t sleep. Because neither this city does.
You’re not a stranger here, wherever you have come from; it takes you to her breast like her own child, and, as a good mother, she already feeds you. And she feeds on, breathes, sings songs and dances. She destroys then resuscitates you. She’s strong and proud. She can rise again even from her ashes. She has thousand faces, million colors and melody. She has her own voice and she calls to you, doesn’t let you go anymore. Your thoughts come back over and over again from anywhere, and in your dreams you’re here again. You wish her loud noise in the silence, you seek for her whirling in a desolate place, you desire her lights in the darkness and the calmness is too empty. Nothing is the same without her. If she has touched you, you will be a slave to her for ever and a day.
Her crazy rhythm disturbs your day’s usual tempo. You fall into deep thought with fixed stare – actually you’re not there any more. You’re here and never will escape. She’s a special world, like another planet. Gigantic and energetic. Hearing her name your heart beats like mad, your eyes start shining – you would like to start back right away. You’re afraid of her, but desire her at the same time. And in a low voice, maybe without noticing, you sing softly an old song to yourself: New York, New York ...