I was walking by the city, my feet
Hanging out on street pathways
The day was rising around
My stomach yearning for its
Morning dose of waking up drugs
The streets were dirty
The weather stormed out
It rained
And it winded
And it snowed
And it fogged
Maybe I should not use these
Words as verbs but who care
I hear that it is fashionable to let oneself
Out without caring for those who
Walk in your steps and let
Them enjoy your rubbish
The sun rose up
Awaking the wind of change
And I wished I was not here
I was a mind in a walking coat
Looking out for a
Body to fill myself in
And a country that would
Take me in
Me, my body, my mind
And my walking coat
Would you happen to know one?
Irène Corso
Namur, 12 de marzo 2008
