Pavement blues

Drawing conclusions, I conquered Paris, the city of the unknown hero sleeping rough on the pavement rapped in a torn blanket.

I see you, and laugh about the world around us. How could they do that to me? asked the beggar, putting his arm around the punk girl who lived in old ages. The man in the blue suit walked by and looked to the ground. Once I was there where I belong, out in the cold, deserted by close friends that couldn’t cope with the reality of everyday life- the life of a beggar… The future holds a great promise… for those with an open mind… 

Uko Verhulst 16-3-2020