My City

There is a missing part of this city, a lost part. No smiles here. No running kids. There are no mothers knitting gloves for children with cold hands.There are no homeless people living on the street but there are cans that have just put out their fire in the side streets. There are no teenagers watching their loved ones through the window every time they leave school. No one reads or writes poetry on the beach. There is no baby excited by the first rain. The sky is black day and night. Every cobblestone whispers a story. Empty shops, tables, chairs, coffee cups... Neither the heart can withstand this silent scream, nor the knot in its throat can handle this sadness from left and right shop...View all