As he walks the broom washes dust to the side
and the dog sits and gives his eyes to him.

He's disturbed about life.
Nothing too much,
he's like that,
always in that confused area.

Cigarette on the lips,
next a beer on the Indian shop
and time to withdraw some feelings,
peace maybe.

Calls a friend
but working,
has to be for tomorrow.

Lost on solitude
life seems and feels immense
but it's just feelings flying
and no touching can be or be felt.

Looking at the sea, the sky,
massive clouds and brutal sounds
of lightnings at afternoon
- make him feel alive.

A bicycle ride
by the river Tejo,
seeing with new same eyes
the Expo 98 "afterwards".

Nice place,
modern and spacious.