CROSSING THE STREETS

CROSSING THE STREETS

Crossing the streets in cold night,

 alone,

 watching the debris left by the way,

remains of which there are few hours

off a whirlwind of people hurrying,

worried about their own mistakes or successes,

your debts and your doubts,

 your enemies,

your problems and their solutions unattainable or distant.
Across the street,

finding the remains of this crowd played the corners,

left the road,

 marks a noisy storm of silent men who do not greet,

they trip over themselves,

 and they run for small spaces.
Such small spaces,

a true funnel that daily consumes increasingly the soul,

so that the whole society is built and is maintained.
Meanwhile, the river,

even polluted,

 continues without stopping until it reaches the sea ...

CONFRARIA LOURES