Running noses,
Cracked lips,
Dust-brown faces,
It is noon, yet no sight of the sun.
Wrapped in thick blankets, some still lie in bed.
Arms folded, hands pocketed, dragging feet,
Like a goat dragged home against its will,
Some carry themselves around.
Caps, hats, veils…
Coats, sweaters, overalls,…
The wind blows dust into unprotected eyes.
Hair, leaves, roofs, all wear a coat of brown.
The foggy weather deceives you that it’s morning.
All day long it’s breakfast, breakfast, breakfast.
Coughing
Sneezing
Shivering
You feel the cold in your bones,
You see the cold with your eyes,
You touch the cold with your hands.
« return.