A Stream of Consciousness

in the city of Dublin the seagulls cry out their desire to fly back to the open sea hearing them I think of my space reduced to the one-way sky a stranger tells me *priveste imaginea de ansamblu I wonder how could I every second shrinks my shadow ironically I sip my English tea when you awkward stubborn sun make my field hurry towards a late green I can’t swim against the stream but unaware of a deadline yet I linger on the streets of my poems * priveste imaginea de ansamblu *to look at the large picture