Maria Cristina Azcona

A Shady City

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,

A rabbit,

A bit.