Sunday, November 10, 2013

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