A backstreet

While the body takes uncertain steps

Over this bridge of hopes

Pictures in front the eyes appear

Here and there may be seen

This bridge that parts justice from killings

And there on the right an old street

Where life was by all lived

And now by the gaze remembrance is ripped

Because there is that backstreet

Step by step closer now

While the sun runs in the silk cradle

Feel smells on my town

A Chimina’s fresh baked bagel.

Tonight, soft as moonlights

like honey – sweets

I love how Chimina’s bagel tastes,

the long waiting line, and all the linger.

But the thought swim on

To where Casablanca is

To accept, into its jaw,

My people to the party until the dawn

Backstreet was and will be

No matter what

Because the new dawn is here

Returning you back to him

Life