On the Street Doctor Fourquet,
A rusty nail and a red button [drawn
call me collect.
is Diogenes who knocks at my door
always at night,
And in the morning sometime.
Pass, pass,
Watch your head [you have.
With the chill of the morning on the tabs
hear speak in a familiar language
and looked up.
Meanwhile, the nail and the button in my pocket
They are kicking.
form no scandal Gentlemen,
That's two in the morning.
A woman crosses my masked, hooded
hiding red eyes,
Or an angry soul.
Argumosa On the street
Some Romanians drink next to a cashier,
laugh, cry ... arm trouble.
A Latino offers me beer,
Taxi drivers read romance novels
Eyes
upside down in their cars acclimated
Pine-scented tea.
African A prostitute gives voice to a pimp,
What Lavapiés pimp walk! Another
Latino offers me beer ...
do not want beer!
the same time, the same space
And I walk slowly,
With frozen nose
ago by Fourquet, now Argumosa,
with my nail and my button
No strings and no handcuffs. Two
am on the Grândola Where
play cards and drink
herbal liqueur. Slay
syndrome among all
Unity is strength.
Drunk with the market celebrate their freedom
In this Wednesday infinite
That is about to end.
Now all I hear a rain of leaves
Mira Street in the Sun
Between the silence and tranquility.
Yawn and smile at the thought
In my red button and my rusty nail
On this path I have accompanied
Way of peace and truth.
Blas NUSI
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