ONE MORNING WHILE ENTERING A FAMILIAR CITY

One morning, while entering a familiar city,
A fellow thinks of things warm and friendly
A familiar bed awaits you
A child’s face smiles out of the memory

Friendly cities, beloved, mother cities
How many sorrows and joys I lived in each of you
With a young man’s wild bliss, I walked your streets
I had days of mind-wrenching grief too

Like a film with an infinity of frames
My life passes through my memory
The feeling of repeating
Everything, anew and anew

One morning, while entering a familiar city
A fellow thinks of things melancholy and strange
Because he senses that not only the city
But he himself has changed