Ynskt mál: Enskt
the smell of the hot asphalt
is pasting onto my new flip-flops
during the walk in the town
by the river
in eye - an eye
the glasses are too dark
in the hand, flavorless ice cream
the river is passing me by
greeting with a hat
the drowned one
on a pedestrian bridge, some women
are loudly urging the young man
to his last jump.