I love this stretch, the long black one
Here life turns every second, on-
Wheels and on tired and vigorous limbs.
Once we walked together, silently
Your scribbling on air built my fantasy
I lived many a life on wings and clouds.
Time flied like vultures with prey
They never returned my fantasy-
World, your scribbling popped out.
This road stretches long, the same one
I walk here alone silently, timeworn-
Memories, they lay as fossils, immersed.
These roads, they have unrelenting stories
Grained in their coarse bed, sleeping stories
We are together, silently, always fossil-ed in time.
I love this stretch, this long black one.