Brussels

City that breathes the soggy melancholy

of mornings without  light ,

desolated bottles lying on the gluey 

gutter's lips ...

Sub 'station  ''Lone wolf ''

Flowers are only for virgins and graves...

City that speaks a thousand languages

of silence and indifference ,

frozen margarita in the fridge,

my only future ...

It's raining on the city,

the tearful pages of a faded book ,

drift on the great collector's canal

of illusions ...

Brussels breaths out humid 

and fungicide  homicides ...

Sub'station  '' Death surfer ''

Before the big bungy  to eternity 

a guy on the platform listen  

to the violins of discordant loves...

The pavement around the terminal

is damp from the nocturnal  sins ,

a skeleton draws the curtains 

of a dawn epilogue that stinks 

of sour champagne and semen 

Brussels plays dirty couplings ,

girl's dreams ,consumed by fatality,

   wrecks  and  sea men ...

I feel alone broke and down ...

It's raining on crumbs and cores,

  Sub'station  '' Serial  dealer "...