On the twisted confluence of a river,
Filled with bottles, cans, choked with mud.
It flows anyway.
I float on it.
Everything made this city famous
Everything and nothing.
I must walk far to find the life I love
The country is far, forests are far.
I am surrounded by works of man
But live on a river
Not the work of man
Through the city the water floats,
I drift on it.
