The beggar
It was a tired afternoon.
He sat in its corner watching the mice.
He said: it's the only nature that's left.
It is not happy, nor sad,
Like a little day borrowed from the past.
A tiny refuge.
Background: the longing for normality
It was a tired afternoon.
He sat in its corner watching the mice.
He said: it's the only nature that's left.
It is not happy, nor sad,
Like a little day borrowed from the past.
A tiny refuge.
Background: the longing for normality