this restless city speaks to me in simple childish words
it keeps its secrets for adults, they sound to me like birds
they laugh so hard - or frown in grieves I cannot understand
for me the city leaves the toys: the sea, the wind, the sand
thanks to this charming deafness, here I never hear complaints
no ugly stories, no abuse, no treasons and no pains
like I'm a baby, and they let me taste a lazy dream:
"this is the sea. just watch and drink your chocolate with cream."
november 2015
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