Memories br br The river is spreading a memory made by mud and small stones br alluvium... palm leaves br sea mew......... human beings and years br hair- house is flying with hearts wings in the sky of the city br Rolling in both sides...a roll... rolling twice at all times br sinking eyes of its alleys br its streets which laden by the beating of absence and humiliating attendance.. br houses …..its deserted cafes... Its br Its extinguishing firebrand squares naked shaking in the cold br neglected.... Abandoned from years... O injustice years br The man who was a river is laying br his white papers…… his white hair on the upper side of the face br His pigeons…….. his losers lotteries... br Cups that smash by the wars and the chairs of immorality.....