The Kindness

The sun sliding toward the west on a ruby strip, the tired sky sighs sunlight bouquets, open dawns from dawn they start to draw their shutters, from the subway, a great crowd salty and grieved, with sober and windy air It cuts its way from the ground, to the arranged houses, on the city's metal skeleton on the streets no rule, cars - apocalyptic flies, rushing down the boulevards, only THE KINDNESS is waiting polite, at the shimmering red light. Corina Junghiatu Bucharest, Romania