i hope you have a wonderful day –
there, where you dwell, in the imagination of the city, 
tenant of its day-dream. 

this city of restless dreams and memories
jerks and shakes the sunless walls asunder.

but you – father-child – you murmur it
into a calm repose, lips still.

in the imagination of this city, where you dwell – 
between the cracks of pavements and pillars
of your ashen ancestors devout. 

heir of the city – yours – 
to see, to need, to feel.