every empty evening
weary with about three
hours of time for myself
I conduct a selection of matters
urgent and not suffering delays

every empty evening
desires tear my soul apart
a sunbeam lazily licks
the foot an electric cat squints
its eyes start to sing

about distant warm lands
about a girl who waits
about rare corals shells
colorful feathers of alleys
the scent of oranges

and all this in the sandbox
a sunny boy from sand
makes figures from sticks and pebbles.

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