i am surprised with some
people writing nice titles on the wall
just walls
there are no doors where i can
be in and take some drinks
and eat
or dance and sing,
there are only graffiti
of paper and colors
there is nothing there but
signs where to go
but there is nowhere to go
really.
it's a pity but what can i do
it too is reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem