Transseksuall Yermeson

Watch the night in the city.
See how the dark empty streets. A thick brush of
neropece,
from fatty streaks dark
lying buildings and the sky.
Sketches of light absorbed by the street lamps are white random

and few cars in the mad rush
asphalt,
fate of sleep,
harbinger of dawn.
Still, civic citizenship. What
living nightmares every night?
Dreams of dark future, abandoned by
steps.
The abandonment of the fatal day that will:
herbs, cracks, waste and collapses.
City, you fear, I know, you know what will
. But still

night owls wander into the waves of your shadows. Life is hoping

dawn and returned in chaotic
car and voices.
live quiet, while there is life.
The end, for now, it's just a black

concern with the long and distant rumblings.