Many colors of stones and flowers,
Of roads and walls
There are cars
Insects that fly
The birds are singing
And how many cricket and cicadas words,
A car that nails
A crying baby,
The mother who insults,
You move some of those
And then your voice
And then call me
... far laughter ...
In this mosquito
That humiliated us
What a smell
Lavender and shrub,
... wet earth ...
Trebi, coffee,
Mint and black cherries
What a taste
Peaches and lemons,
Apples and salads,
Strawberry cherry
Lit by the sun