He wants a grafitti.
I make a green point on the ground,
by that huge tree.
He draws a green circle around.

I’m moving away, I’m thinking of
Images. When it dries up, I’m coming back,
Get into the circle, there’s a street dog
lying by us. He’s guarding us.

Look, this is our little house,
Our dog barking close,
to a stranger, a little later
we’ll think what to do with that point.