Empty Streets

Along empty streets,

only the lights of the night are mirroring

and who love

curl up in their coats

holding their hands, each other.

While opening their doors

somewhere else

kids are going to war

whores are on the pavements

and stations get full of sleepy men

but those who love

just close the window

go to bed, among warm and delicate arms

asking for some help

cause the most beautiful thing

should not suffocate

in that dirty puddle

outside that door.