We all thought
this homeland had died...

The sky is clear, and on the sidewalk,
old men are playing backgammon...

An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...

Imagine a horse, perishing
at the seaside; I...

Pineapples, pumpkin pie and primroses
underwear, unicorns and umbrellas...

We're in a life where clammy walls ate half of our
dreams, where the scent of lead corroded the rest...

Let us be strangers tonight;
two hungry pigeons gathering...

I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August...

We've given you all.
All. All...

It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...

Do you see the lights, grandpa? See
them? They're...

In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...