If you look through the window you clearly see the dark wintry mist
Completely covering these narrow roads that lead my childhood
From my bedroom window, I could see a newly built nest of an owl
He stays up with me all night long, as if protecting his life in a skin
Distant sounds of some howling dogs as if they are upset at some image of darkness
Few playful screams of kids, running futilely on these dark streets
Then you hear loud calls as if their worried mothers waiting for them to come home
This narrow street leads to few more that become invisible
As the winter mist completely covers the sunlight before the night falls
Evening walks very carefully here with its nose rubbing against the walls
As if that old man “Miles” carefully finding his door with the last of his fading eyes