Address

I was sitting on a bridge over the river of life,
taking out my note pad and with my broken pencil was scratching on white body of it.

A Bridge over the life,
Connecting my old town to my new town
Had few minutes to sit over it and enjoy my moments
just by looking at the flow of the river...

a warm hand touched my shoulder
I turned my head
that was her
my beautiful angel
could see her heart
with my teary eyes.

She asked me
where do you want to go?
Why you are sitting here?

I told her:

My friend's house
I am looking for his address
trying to write it down
but do not remember it

She put her hands on my face,wipped my tears
and told me:

I know her address but you should find it by yourself,
no one can take you there...

First you should stand, turn your back on your old town, and go ahead to your new town,

you should pass through the forgiveness street, do not look on your left and on your right and just go straight

in the end of the street there is an old man, he is sitting with his photos and he is just happy to be there.

Pass him even, on your right there is a square of Aim, go toward it, draw it in your notes and go ahead

few steps ahead a kid sleeps with her butterflies, walk slow without waking her up

after the kid, a young man is sitting on the bench, with all his sadness, he is smoking his past and wasting his moments

just pass him...

on the intersection of trust and respect, there is flower shop of Love, get the rose from there and go ahead...

Pass the churchs and mosques after all these roads on the corner of that town there is a simple house with green bricks and red chimny,knock on the door

give her the rose and just give her your feelings,
she is waiting for you there...

I stood again, put my notepad in my backpack and follow the address of the angel...