Behind the scenes
SOMETIMES when I look down from my window to the street,
I see people passing by.
Mothers with buggies,
old, Turkish men smoking pipe or cigars,
young couples holding hands...
While watching them, I ask myself almost every time the same questions..
Where is he coming from? Where is she going? How do they live?
Who are those people...
Behind the scenes?
SOMETIMES when I walk down the street in the afternoon,
I look inti the lightened windows; get short views of the people living there.
Little children playing and old people sitting behind the curtains,
watching me going my way.
When I recognize them watching me
I am sure