Ben Zion Boulevard,
I meet a woman who holds in his left hand a bouquet of tulips
red and white side down. On
Dizingoff, a large black dog lying on his back sleeping
across the pavement the feet skyward
people bypass without slowing the pace.
In a taxi stopped at the fire, the driver
a large task of white sauce near the mouth of the sandwich
he tends to his neighbor before restarting
to run on Ben Gurion. Each
continues its way, I'm not very far from the sea;
windows, antennas, more and more flags with the star
we approach the Independence Day.
This week, in addition to the newspaper, a
offered garland of blue and white flags
I refused to hang onto the balcony.
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