Radiant day

Smiling to the sun, morning has arrived.

A few little birds walk on the railing of my balcony.

My suitcase is ready, the door drives me,

I go out, my destination is the weekend, free as a falcon.

Smiling to the sun, I sit in the train.

Road is twisting spine all in front the eyes 

Lovely glamorous day, in the sky flock of cranes,

in my palms crumbs of bread, 

in my suitcase – a handful of rays.