23.03.2018
Sour cherries
The morning is spent in the shackfor the unrising sun
There's a warm fog flying for a while
urban pigeon far away...
Look, the new houses of glass
have the doors painted yellow
don't breathe, now there's not us
with the taste of sour cherries
We will go, you know, at the movies
There's a sea-hedgehogs show
Don't smile and don't wait for us
we'll be then at the movie...