On holidays the city is empty 

On holidays 

the city is empty 

and passers-by

are precious.


It even happens

that the rain 

meets the sun, 

they stroll down 

 to the street corner 

where,

before they say goodbye, 

they give the beggar 

a rainbow.

Translated by Angela Rodel and Hristo Dimitrov

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