at 10.00 a.m. the doctor makes his round

then the sleeping figures move 

they get up and the doctor holds out his hand to each other 

hopes long buried emerge 

"doctor

when am i going home?"

- "well

says the doctor

first we must become totally cured

you know full well that i cannot guarantee whether it will take another six months or as long as a year or even two years 

we must wait

that's all"

- why i have to live a life like this ?

and where am i now ?

and who am i ?

who can know me ?

who can answer to me ?

i don't know

let's go to tobacco room and light a tobacco 

all these long steps

i walk very slowly 

this corridor is too long 

where is that tobacco room ?

why that nurse has those big breasts ?

do i have the right direction ?

i want to make a cup of tea

where is the kitchen room ?

why do i have to walk ?

can i now sit here and rest

why did they dive to me too much of haloperidol ?

where is my mother now ?

why my penis is half-hard ?

do i have to masturbate now ?

where is my pipe ?

where is my book about Seneca ?

what do i have in these pockets ?

why i am walking this endless corridor ?

who is that new and sexy secretary ?

can i ask a kiss ?

i remember as i was living in a monastery

they gave food more often

i am hungry

i am hungry

i want to eat

now my penis is hard

why do i have this penis

i want to cut it away

i want one tea-bag

i am tired

i want a kiss

my mother is dead

i can't give flowers to her

i hate these chairs 

i can't sit here

i have to walk

i don't have a life

i am too old

i have to go to bank

i need a loan

 i have to travel to Brooklyn 

my wife is waiting for me there

i want to kill my father

he is so ugly

he never liked me

i was dancing with my wooden horse

i hate dogs

around my penis i have cat's hair

a lot

why this penis is so long

i drop my head

i want to step into a novel

i want to be free

i want to walk bare-naked in the park

have you ever seen the green grass of those parks of Manhattan ?

i miss the statue of liberty 

i miss a girlfriend 

can you love me

can you be my David Copperfield ?

can you show to me something new ?

oh...here is the tobacco room

can you give to me a tobacco ?

i want to die

why this floor is too cold

where is my dog ?

i want to suck his balls

i have to close this window

i am too tired

i have to rest here

i touch my penis

i open my mouth

i don't know

Elizabeth was a shining goddess 

she was my first therapist

she had big breasts 

that is all that i need

i want to suck 

i want to open my trousers

i want to be a free man

i want to eat some grees grass from Central Park

i want to walk back to Tico's Bar and have one martini 

i am tired 

i close my eyes

i have to pee

my trousers are open

this floor is open

why i have to sit here by myself ?

why ?

i need a cup of tea

can you give your nipples to my mouth ?

against this back-ground it can be well understood that an effect of neuroleptic drugs in the fronto-limbic brain

one 

what

why i sit here

i lose my inspiration 

my passions 

my motivations 

because i lose my ability to identify with myself

with others and with the rest of the world of the perceived and remembered world

i can't understand why penis is wet

why i have to be here alone ?

who can light my tobacco ?

who can say now that i am ugly like Allen Ginsberg ?

who can kiss me here ?

why this tobacco-room is too cold again ?

where is my room ?

why i have to walk again that such a long journey to my room ?

why i can't have my tea ?

again i hear those lions roaring out of that door...

i want to die

i want to live

i want to kiss you Elizabeth

i want to push in

i want to take your breasts into my hands

man

man give me a shot

can you give to me a Temesta ?

can you kill me ?

what ?

why you say to me that you are not here with me ?

can i hear your voice

now i need a nap

i can't sit here

i must jump out from that window