On the streets #Berlin #January

  Still remnants of the past Sylvester and dead Christmas trees litter the streets, grey the walls, sad the dogs, only the crows find cause to rejoice. Sparrows sing, in the cold bushes. The city, lost in a dream, lets the clowns speak,  ignores the lies: she’s heard many others. Yet Spring will come, andContinue reading “On the streets #Berlin #January”