The snow melted too fast and people are not happy
Anymore
[The snow melted too fast and people are not happy
Anymore]
Nevertheless this morning, the spotless city seemed more
Welcoming.
A sweet impression of journey woke up in me.
Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one
I really know.
[Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one
I really know.
Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one
I really know.]
I take pictures,
The streets virgin of step,
The covered garbage cans.
Everything is usually so grey, the white is refreshing.
Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost the road
[Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost the road]
Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost my road.