Our Water

Our water


Longer days on summertime...
UV rays shattering the glassy office
That reflects a chapel

Across the street
Leisure for the business man
Whose moistened feet
Lays during the lunch time

An itinerant hostel
For the homeless and beggars
Among tourism
By the house of books

The greenish path to insanity
As I see
The gothic architecture

The colorful defocus spots
Glisten weaved in the used water

Democratic.
Amuse me
And I don’t fear to touch it.