The city continues to sleep/awake

with the lights on

its electricity poles, fountains, statues

with all its signals working

and the sea.

The metro doesn't progress any metre.  

Only the bus is somnambulistic

slow, circular

with no need for direction

for they know the way by heart:

they don't even resemble the ones that during the day

run, stoned, intersected and in close-up

in the paintings of Collares.