I sit and watch the waters flowing by
Before the flower gardens seen by all:
A place like this you’re free to loosen ties
And break the empty shell of sudden squalls.
Back home the path unwinds a thousand links
Of men and women full of daily cares:
We have our wine and more but cannot drink,
Enmeshed between a place of name and wares.
Outside the skies turn gray and thunder pounds—
We hide inside as air begins to thresh
Throughout the streets until a siren sounds:
The city has its pound of precious flesh.
So long, this hundred years of cherished life,
So little time that’s free from living strife.