Hard bread

There is no much for discovering
I say to myself while I give
Five steps
Inside the room and
I cross it
from side to side.
and the love is a mirror
impenetrable
opposite to that I sit down
to smoking
and the days are
a short walk in a car
hard bread under the arm.
At least I still have coffee
and a few magazines
to cut words away,
i want to say,
It's cold
but
there is hope.