הביית הישן שנעזב מזמן ואני חולם שעוד ישוב להיות משכן

"Another year has passed, another ruined year, Weeds grew on the path and in the garden. The Wind sighed and opened the shutter hitting the old wall, as calling: 'home, home, It's time to come back, from the mountains from foreign fields'. The day is fading and there is no sign"; hyperrealistic, extremely ...