all life spent on roads <br />for joyful meeting with old things <br /> <br />no Cressus was richer <br />than a pitiful man <br /> <br />of the bent pieces of wood <br />he always carved <br />a marvel bird <br /> <br />evening sit it on a window <br />and during the night, <br />flew <br /> <br />(translated from romanian)<br /><br />ion untaru<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-life-2/
