My city is Babe

My city is full of pylons
Its streets are crowded with them.
Lights are not interrupted
No matter how politicians beat it
The brightness of their faces never goes out.

I remember once I sat down
And after the funeral ceremony
The darkness did not emanate anywhere.
And when I realize the secret of the strength of the relationship
Between my parents ..

A desire that imposed its power
On my ignorance to look for one
Appropriate for the darkness illuminate ..

I made a tabernacle and put no name on it
I searched until the asphalt features appeared
On my feet
One of the thousands
On her balcony stood up

Kiss me one
Two others chanted
The road was cleared
To tread with her feet
On my pride

To reach the coffin
When she arrived, she said nothing
She took off her clothes and put them down
And then she departed until now
I try to purify my feet

Of asphalt impurities
Only her balcony
Whenever you try to erase its effects
My eyes close and wind blows
Carrying its smells
You cry.