On the rooftop...

Here above all seems calmer 

Everything seems slower, 

Everything moves slowly. 

On the roof the air is cleaner, cooler. 

From the roof I see the world in the third person. 

I like watching the world go by 

Each in his loneliness 

Each small human island moving away 

Moving away from the beach 

Getting lost in their own misanthropic oceans 

Here above, the world is sweeter 

Can I simply sit in the corner 

...hug my knees...

And enjoy the company of gravel 

...That rests on the roof.