in a place that i have not gone <br />to i plan to sit on one of those <br />chairs of a roadside cafe and <br />have my tea and my eyes shall <br />curry for the sights of all those <br />strange shapes and listen once <br />more to those hurrying sounds <br /> <br />in this new place no one knows <br />me and i do not wish to know <br />other people's names and the <br />meaning of their existence. <br /> <br />when i go back to my rented room <br />alone again i talk to the ceiling <br />wondering what must have changed <br />in the house of grief that i have sold.<br /><br />Sebastian Soberania<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-to-another-place-of-my-life/
