In this poem there is not any movement, it is only a snapshot of life, it means it is a picture, almost dead, as there is no movement at all. And this is the reason why the poem seems to be calming.
In my last email to you i suggested that everyone has a tiny bit of racism in himself, not necessarily much, but definetely a little. Unfortunately, in this case, the information we get is wrong.
The very young cab driver took us into town and we started to look for a place. We picked a name in the guide booked, told the driver where to go and arrived there two minutes later. |
