"The day to day can seem so stagnant..."

The day to day can seem so stagnant,

The crusted sky, the stale bread…

She shatters it and broken fragments -

Dubrovnik’s rooftops shining red,

The wooden beams up in the attic,

The jumpers on the bridge of stone,

The sea bass from the Adriatic,

The novel in the night, alone,

And Monte Cristo and Remarque,

Les Celestins, the Babylon

Of strangers – all light up the dark,

And endlessly flow on and on.