I am waiting for a telephone call,
and this waiting makes me more anxious than usual.
I try to do something, but without much success.
I walk back and forth in my room,
the various bjects - whose familiarity usually comforts me
- the gray roofs, the noises of the city,
everything seems inert to me, cut off, thunderstruck
- like a wasted planet, a Nature uninhabited by man.