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Through the City for the Last Time

Before I die I'll stroll through the city one last time
That should be my last, modest wish
I'll walk on my feet through my city
Through Copenhagen
The way I've done it so many times before
And I'm going to know it'll be the last time
And I'll choose my way carefully
And I'll walk down Istedgade or Vesterbrogade
And walk through all of the small, sunless side streets with all of their closed stores
And I'll look at all the antiquarian exhibits of yellowed curtains and greasy gas appliances
And I'll feel the smell of cabbage and meatballs and potatoes from every stairway
And I'll browse all the boxes full of books and buy noting
And it's not because it's the last time
But because I never browse through the boxes of books to buy anything
But to browse through them and think about how short and weird life is
 
And I'll see children play in the small squared, windswept stone backyards
And I'll hear them yell to and for each other
I'll see the mothers lean our through the kitchen windows with their bulging breasts
Calling for them when their food is ready
And out of the windows there will be clotheslines with all of the families underwear fluttering in the wind
And I'll walk through Vesterbro's poet neighborhood during twilight
And I'll stroll through Saxogade Oehlenschlägergade Kingosgade
And walk in on one of the pubs
Café Guldregn, perhaps
And enjoy a bitter drink and nothing else
And then walk on
 
And I'll wear my soles down during my last stroll in Copenhagen
I'll say goodbye to my city
I'll see all of Vesterbro's workers come home in their boiler suits marked with the sweat and work of the day
With a menthol cigarette in their mouths and a folded magazine in their back pocket
 
And I'll continue from Vesterbro
I'll walk through the Central Station
I'll pass it by in a gray light and it'll be slightly blurred
And It'll look like a tear striped movie
And It'll warm my heart, as it always does
The usual alcoholics will sit there, waiting for nothing
The young hitchhikers will stand with their backpacks and their milk cartons
Busy and rushed people will wait for their trains
Families waiting for their luggage and their pram to visit their family on the countryside for the weekend
And I'll just stand in the corner, being overwhelmed
And I can't interfere, neither would I intend to
Just be overwhelmed by all the life and people
Wet eyes with no demonstrable reason
And very, very far away
 
When I've pulled myself together to shake my coat shoulders
Shake off the Central Station of me, like a dog shaking off water from it's fur
Or as when you leave the cinema after a movie
I'll light a cigarette and continue walking down Vesterbrogade to the Town Square
Where everyone is walk among buses and cinemas
And I'll just stand once more
Leaning on the advertising column
Kissing everyone in my calm mind
Because I can't do that in reality
And I'll know that on these stones are my entire life and all of my dreams
Just like everyone else's lives and dreams
 
And tomorrow the street sweepers will come and erase it all
Gathering it, and it'll burn and rot
Like your cigarette box, and you too
And I'll clearly know it without any sorrow
As the neon lights are being turned on above the Town Square
And the marquee will telegraph its news
Everything is so fleeting and bypassing
Like your last stroll through the city
 
And I'll walk through Strøget like a shadow
And all the way I wall be accompanied by my friends
And everyone I've loved
And they'll all be ghosts
And no one but me will see that hey are there, but they are
And we'll part with everything and each other
And we're not sentimental
But the air will be full of something that no one knows what is called or is
And there we'll walk during i silent conversation
And towards Nytorv they'll be gone once more
And I fade away a little further on
My last walk through the city is over
And there is one shadow less in the street -
 
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Gennem Byen Sidste Gang

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