This summer is a drowsy madness
Cars piled up in the city streets
Nights plunged in a needless hurry
Draped in neon lights
And Mr Walker and I
Walk the avenue bright
Hurrying home
He to his children
I to my dogs
Nonetheless life moves on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah; life moves on.../// beautiful poem