I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops,
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.
This crystallizes the last line of the poem and also the emotion within you. I am impacted by this picture because it expresses so much, even in its black and grey simplicity.