MY LOVER

My lover

Walking the streets of the city,

 surrounded by clouds that persecute me in solitude

 that accompanies me,

 faithful friend,

no questions, no answers, nothing.

Just looking at the outside world

while diving deep within my soul,

 or just shut up.
Walking through the alleys of the city,

 the old repeated images of teenagers laughs,

 looks of lost men and outstretched hand of hope,

old companion of my solitude.
Walking through the alleys and ghettos,

 the same old faces of anguish disguised by alcohol,

old lover of my loneliness.
The crow passing away,

still echoes Allan Poe.
And back home,

where I will sleep with my old lover,

 the immense loneliness ...