Graffitti
Young people meander
through dark streets
in the night hours,
and brighten the walls
of grey buildings
with rich colours
from spray cans.
In the beginning
were drawings of animals
in dark caves,
and that hunting spirit,
confined to concrete jungles,
among stifled lives,
releases its energy
in drawings and images,
brightening inner cities
with vibrant decoration
on plain doors,
and the gable walls
pf warehouses
in the city's docks,
giving structure to the lives
of Tomo and Gismo.
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