Odorless color streets
where a few ghosts linger
in a state of limbo ...
Pass a girl with sepulchral eyes
in search of hours and love .
Sadness doesn\'t contemplate
reflections frozen in the pavement.
Cripples drink beers in a gloomy bar,
strained wrecks as deranged clocks...
Doom city like a shoreless bitch .
Tears of starry drops of sand
under a polluted bed
and this fatigue of desolate music ,
damned blues -style score ,
pastel grey light suicide ,
roof without a note of you !
Do fools still have faith ?
I besseech you god of the gutters
give me strenght to end it all
in these cradleless avenues ...