"I am a monk, who wanders around
with a broken umbrella."
said a politician: but I,
could have said it, I, who wander
and even without an umbrella!
c ould I at least know what I'm looking for,
or where I'm going, or why should I be a monk,
i, who suffer so much from loneliness!
but I have at my side a little dog,
who doesn't ask questions and smells around,
full of an insatiable curiosity:
for this I wander around the world,
but not entirely sad.