My first time in Rome
When i was 11 y.o. my father sent me to my grandmother who lives in Rome. I was so exited, because i never saw my grandmother and of course it was my first time in Rome. When i finally arived, nobody met me, and i was on Rome alone without any information where i am. I almost started to panic but I remembered my father's words: "Never trust any of Rome people, i am also from Rome", and i finally realized: i haven't grandmother in Rome. When I came to my senses, i'm realized that i'm hungry, so i started to seeking some food to eat. After 5 hours i found whole burger in the trash can by the restaurant, i was scared but i ate it. It was very delicious. Then the chef saw me and called me to the restaurant to eat normal food, but i refused. Then i returned to airport and my grandmother found me in tears...
That is how was my first time in Rome
Everything is empty and dead,
The blow the last - is broken,
All happy has left.
And here with the lowered hands,
You sit and look in a distance,
Not to help you words,
Only one exit - to die.
Key to death not always only body.
Death comes to us then,
When suffers that in inside us heated,
When in scraps soul is broken off.