the sun ran away
before it was
too late.
and suddenly
the night unleashed
Just the flies and me
we ventured:
sidewalks broken by madness,
rubbish that hatched deaf vapors
on my feet
repeating corners
like echoes.
had to run
to avoid the bullet-riddled car,
had to constantly remember
colors
at the risk of forgetting them forever.
You had to squeeze your heart
passing by that pharmacy
where three green hands
they mixed sulfur and weariness.
You had to run.
You had to squeeze your heart.
And at the slightest carelessness
jump on the bus
and repeat like someone who dusts himself off:
"It's over,
it's over,
never happened”