We are not naughty
We are rich.
All we have is to feel this world
To sink into existence ..
Homeless people do not have closed boxes
called it an identity.
They do not have little goddess idols that do not match the enormity of the world ..
We have our feelings ...
We are swallowing the world morning and evening ..
We are staring at the sky for a long, long time ...
We are not poor my friend ..
We have nothing
Because we have everything ..
We own the world ..
And in our brains we have the imagination of a woman whom we will never meet.
And when we cross the small river ..
as a hungry homeless guys..
We cry over the fish we catch ..
Then we eat it and laugh.
We are not poor my friend ..
We possess the treasure of our open feelings without end.
did you understand me?