Relentlessly… acid rain….
is falling continuously…
(It had been rain some day).
Street….Never lonely, shadows and shows,
So, so…shady shows, shadowy streets.
Muddy human souls, cruel crowds, empty bowls, hands, Smoke and fuel that provoke wars.
Smokes of glory, empty of principles.
A hollow, a show, a shadow and a bare plate.
Empty of glory, fin secular hands.
Drugs and scare, violet violence
On violet dreams.
Abrupt, interrupt, disrupt, sudden, rushed,
a hundred feet insect falls under a car….
Tongue on Tango. Argot of the dirty city,
The city of the dirty money. A dirty angel…
There’s a muddy injure in his small hand.
Scuff, ouch, it hurts, a pain restrains me.
Why me? No bread, no brotherhood, no breath…
In the middle of the muddy rubbish,
Only dreams of glory.
In the muddy city in an empty world,
I am the child, the baby,
Maria Cristina Azcona