The city continues to sleep/awake

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.

Share this poem

view comments

Comments (0)

No comments yet - be the first:

Leave a comment