The Straight Line Like The Whip Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

reality is like pictures
is being changed with time.
houses are tilting as,
an elderly men.
is arriving new,

other colours.
these people, all the same
are diverging
behind the wrapped gate,
with green ivy.

other, they are renovating
or they are building
their nests, from brick
and concrete.
reality of small towns

is as straight, as the whip,
as mentality of inhabitants.
inhabited for ages,
which they are already, only
dreaming with blue paradise.