Intense fragrances
Emerge in the winding streets of the wandering city,
I embark on the shadowy journey of 90/91,
Between shadows and shadows,
The interweaving scents become indistinguishable.
With solemn gazes,
We peer into each other’s footsteps,
The saga of the crowded bus,
Unfolding amidst the congestion.
Within the carriage, a medley of scents wafts,
Life’s concoctions blending into one,
Each exuding a unique atmosphere,
Distances changing with each turn.
Outside the window, the clamor of the romantic city,
As if hiding in the shadows,
Inside the bus, people intertwining fatigue and anticipation,
In this journey of the crowded serpent.
Eyes seemingly piercing through the 90/91 window,
Exploring the city’s tales,
Amidst the congestion, we are each other’s shadows,
The scent of 90/91, a unique symbol of the wandering city.
