Cities of human souls

Let this city be our child. We will tell him through the blue windows that everything is fine. We will hide sweets from him under stones, and hug him tightly when he is afraid to sleep in the dark. Let this city lie down on your and my knees, close the shutters and sigh so that all the wet sheets straighten out and all the weather vanes turn. We will put our hands on his clouds and smile at each other: “What a wonderful child we have.”

Let this city be our child! You will teach him how to fold paper ships and launch them on a river leading to the sea. I will scold him for the broken knees of the streets and the torn collars of the curtains, and you will quietly whisper to our small town that this is how it should be, because life is boring without pranks.

Let's cover our child from the rain and snow with our backs, cover him at night with a blanket of lantern lights and light the night light - the Moon.

Let this city not just be mine.

Let this city be ours.