Harmony at my doorstep
The day I can walk anywhere from home without fear of finding nothing but concrete, that day I will be free. The day I can hear birds again instead of building cranes and trucks. The day I breathe sea salt again instead of dust.
No, I am not talking about vacations, but about some harmony at my doorstep.
Torremolinos (Andalusia, Spain), calle Pan Triste
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