My hometown

My hometown

“That river – which I bathed my little soul The road I followed every day to school The long sand field we used to play football The wandering kites on the blue blue sky |Summer| When I let go of my dreams When my heart kept singing its songs |Winter| When I grew up in…

My summer

My summer

My summerThat fresh lovely smell from the every soilA little bird hanging on to my feetA little something brand new inside meLike a little sprout coming upLittle green tomatoesA freeze running over my happy book,Through my fingers,My messy hair,The old lame chair after heavy rainsKeeping the old memories in me,Some sorrows,And many funny stories are…