Road 21


Remember, the road 21.

Violin hides under the stones.
Virgins horrify the honours.

No one could go back to their age.
No sign offers them a chance.

Remember, the road 21.

Streets forget human’s name.
Stairs fall on the hole of the lips.

Barriers escape from the shot of sound.
Banquets shut the human pain.

Remember, the road 21.

No history improves on road 21.
Nothing turns into its shape on this road.

No sound and no motion are added on this road.

Remember, the road 21.

A whole mass of things is constant.
A whole evolution is declined.

A whole future is present.
A whole day is yesterday.