These pigeons

  the pigeons here, they aren’t afraid of the feet that walk past them on this grey street, they are aware of our stories the places we go and the faces we meet they are aware of the soggy tissues that fall above, from the balconies they are aware of the life and stories that live in those used tissues – they examine it, a tissue for a moment in the past, they think, I believe, they know and hear the emotions in those tissues that dry and travel around in these streets, they know the secrets and seen faces, … Continue reading These pigeons