walking with the luggage in my left hand
the right hand is free/for cigarette
didn’t see the lights…
everything seems the same
as if nothing has changed
the sky is visible to the eye
and the sea as well
and the location is familiar
hey! that house was mine once
it’s been absorbed by the
grown bushes and the wine trees
grey-green water
poured from my eyes.

Günsel Djemal-1999