BiscuitelBib In reply to BiscuitelBib [2011-05-12 13:45:19 +0000 UTC]
In the city where it rains three times a week
The citizens, on the pavements,
Walk hand-to-hand,
And in the city where it rain three days a week,
From the old umbrellas, who sigh
And bend,
Filled with so much rain,
The citiznes on the pavements
Seem like automatic puppets, down data from shop's windows.
In the city where it rains three days a week
It doesn't ring on the pavements
Just the people's steps, people who walk hand-to-hand,
Counting
In their minds
The rythm of the rain drops,
Who fall from umbrellas,
From the pipes
And from the sky
With the power of a serum
Slow life giver,
Monotone,
Useless
And missing...
In the city where it rains three times a week
And old man and an old lady-
Two broken toys-
Are walking hand-to-hand.
Ion Minulescu- Watercolor
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