The cold night
The cold night
Cold is the night!
The leaves of the trees herald the arrival of the rain.
It touches the breeze caress my skin.
In the distance the roar of the wind.
Waking my childhood fears.
The night progresses, my desire to propagate.
My house and my bed crying.
My thoughts fly over the city.
Thinking about what I expected.
A hot chocolate would be great.
A hot shower.
In the distance the roar of the wind.
Awake with all pretensions of being in my house.
That cold this evening.
The rain has come.
The bus stop lies empty.
My hopes of being at home.
The hot chocolate.
The hot shower.
That cold this evening.
Cold rain.
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