You will always carry on working

for as long as the sun rises to flush the streets

of the treasonous night studded with treachery

riming the cobblestones and trash

 

You will always walk through the crowd absent-minded

head up

looking down on those who look down on you

with their perfidious smiles

 

Every day the same streets

you murmur/sing out your greetings

meeting everyone you've ever known

making songs with their steps

pinning their hopes to the walls[1]

 

You show them the secret of the day

and they do the rest

they leave until sunrise

clasping your gifts in their hands

 

The walls are worn with affection

girls' windowsills graced with apologies and songs

and on your mouth is a radiant smile

a longing to get home after work

before the sun rises again

before they come back from the horizon of martyrdom[2]