he did not even have a name

Some afternoons

he would go out on the roof of the building

and then absorb the rays of the sun

I watched him from the window and thought about his life.

to me he is a nobody, a stranger.

he had no one and nothing.

he did not have a single word, he had no wife,

he did not even have a name.

sometimes he only had coffee and cigarettes.

But then, in those moments of complete silence,

then I knew
that this man had it all.

Tomislav Kruljac