The
plastic sheets on the marble floor
A
straight line from the hall to the rooms
Laying
out to protect the floor surfaces
When
the workers bring sand and tiles...
The
drilling will begin
The
sound of vibration and dust
On
the kitchen floor and bathrooms
The
old tiles for new ones appear
The
water cisterns dismantled
The
old ones have served its time
The
wash basins too suffered the fate
The
indignity of broken pieces..
The
knocking on the bathroom walls
The
web of lines for new tiles to arrive
The
workers keep hammering it away
The
neighbours may whisper of the noise
In
time things will start moving
One
romm is left for the last outing
It
is all about space of goods and books
Waiting
for one room to get it done quick
The
apartment of silence
Nobody
stays there for years
It
is for the memories
Of
the good life it brings
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