Yesterday I decided to go to the library. I came back at home, with poetry that warms my heart, a poetry written by William Butler Yeats. The poem that carved in my head is “Ephemera”.
The library was full of people. That made me smile. I really like the painting, that is on the wall of the library. I wish people could see life as more artistic as possible.
It’s good to feel like a tourist in your birth town. Everything I saw, was kind of foreign and new to me, yet so familiar.