migratory birds and a map

It is a strange feeling
A pain, at the end of long encounters
city roads, buildings, people
The text I read through the only language I know: colours
I think at last  I know what am I in this city.
The city, like every other city I left behind
Like every men I met in every city
A strange feeling
A map that becomes plots
Plots that become buildings
Buildings that become houses
Houses that become homes
Homes that become...

Map that become plots
Plots that become buildings
Buildings that become houses
Houses that become homes
Homes that become
The strange feeling
The city
The end of innocent encounters....