a dog (a white poodle) sleeps against a
wall of cement (unpainted still)
a man (who just woke up) with unwashed face
opens the computer, surfs for the morning news,
checks his emails, comments on the Facebook,
reads PoemHunter, and then begins to press the keys
another usual poem, another useless endeavor
time runs so fast, the sun is up, walking is dispensed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem