I don’t know where to go. <br />I just search for a friendly place to live. <br />The only things that I know to make are: <br />To love, <br />To feel, <br />And to walk. <br />I still search for my place. <br />Till I find it I have to walk. <br /> <br />The old walkman…<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tail-from-an-old-man-s-diary/
