All day long on the balcony every day on the balcony all night long on the balcony every night on the balcony two three brief walks just to make and then again on the balcony. You watch the world from a railing sometimes you even bark in most cases it seems a howl desperate desperate you wait for food and a caress a smell in a hurry a voice that you think is friendly. Hot or cold rain or snow you are always a balcony dog. I don't understand why you are there and if I were you I would have already thrown myself off.
27.11.’13
The original poem ("Il cane da balcone") is in Italian. There is no good translation for a poem. I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome. As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.