-where the windows on the train cry
just as i
did they witness the same?
abandoned cranes and merciless rain?
...
The ancient Egyptian stares at me
everyday
holding his sheet but he's got no pen.
Write, write, write
...
Northern wind northern wind
I'm still standing straight
I'm still hoping for new days
all that hurt me to erase
...
Rats can't fly
and neither can I
shame on me
on my simple poetry
...