when i get older i will have a small flat on Rashi pinat Chernichovsky, with a ******* dog in a red bandanna, named Sabaka. on hot August nights we will walk to the beach, i will watch the waves and Sabaka will watch me, smiling.
Or may be I will buy a house in Ein Hod With a stone fence And a forged gate And neglected garden. I will feed four cats Three mine and one That always refuses to come in. I will water my two roses One red one white of course. And take aimless walks Every morning.
in October and January i will scavenge through the little shops for peculiar things that i will bring to faraway countries where i'm needed.
and in March and September i will take a taxi to the airport to hug that special person i will be listening to and talking to over a cup of coffee that will last a week.