Hesitant a man made a step,
running fast jumping over a gap.
Landing on a field amidst landside,
watching in the big city harbor the tide.

Where the children of the rich play,
in poverty for food they beg and prey,
At the corner a singing cat,
in rounded streets silent wet,

The man entered a busy bar,
which was empty so far,
Through the cellar door,
he reached the top floor.

With a perfect view of the city,
nothing to see in the fog was a pity.
In a shopping window a green shirt,
he bought from the market the red skirt.

To return back home,
in a land he was never before, all alone,
No one understanding him there,
his mother tongue spoken everywhere.

A long vacation,
about one minute duration,
Nothing at all made sense,
is what the opposite pretends.