I don’t know where to go.
I just search for a friendly place to live.
The only things that I know to make are:
To love,
To feel,
And to walk.
I still search for my place.
Till I find it I have to walk.
The old walkman…
Constantinos Grigoriadis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tail-from-an-old-man-s-diary/
