Cartier Bresson

Fatique hits the muscles of

both legs and my mood swings

between drunken to plain stupidity

it turns to negative thinking instead


Sand light in colour and sticky to the touch

pushy plaques in the cracks of my shoe soles


Lane features beautiful trees whose arms are dancing

against the beautiful sky, will they ever reach the kingdom

of heaven?


Village from out of nowhere looks so small and meaningless

I let the church bells lead like a guide between hunger and lost.



◄ River landscape

The subway, 1950. ►


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