Why do you rain so much?

So many people-

Know how to smile out of joy-

And not out of a quiet desperation-

Shedding their fears-

Over the festive opaline of river-

Under your bridges-

Some of them feel homeless–

Some of them feel cold–

Some celebrate not real but reflected life-

That fades in empty lights-

On shiny sidewalks of your heart-

And in your running tears;

My little city–

Why do you cry so much?

Your melancholy trembles-

In dreams of mine-

That never had a chance to be fulfilled;

Don’t cry!

My moods will decorate your heart from now–

My glass may be half empty or half full–

But I am now a part of you;

My little city–

Now I will shape your heart

And everything that JOY resembles…