Saturday 20.05.2014
730 pm
Our paths crossed many lines
leading us from the Old City
to the area of Carmel Market
a small town
-one of-
inside the beating city
skyscrapers on the background
and cobblestone tiny streets
where the smell of spices
and tales
has many faces
and my thoughts run
together with the gullies
where cats' shadows reflect
and words
make no sense
hug me
like silent trees
grab the early breeze
