Flash Sparkle smile cry

smell of lights and precious dust

noise of speed 

it's the baby in the street watching our feet

some with expensive shoes and some others with broken flip flops

he is watching it from the arms of the mummy

she wrote a simple line for those people who are passing by with their shoes

money for my baby

and this line is a request

not only for money

is a request of time

you, busy lawyer, famous agent, junior trader,

are you going to spend a fraction of second

reading my line?

If you spend a fraction of second looking at that

instead of the

flash sparkle smile cry

you might want to write a poem about me.