Happy Clothing ...
It is the one that carries with donaire
The wrist of ghostly dust
In the tenor of infernal noises
That rumble through the air
Without fear ... going across
Through the wall of passers-by
And ridding the tangle of cars
Without hesitation ... does not hesitate
Nor does he mock some reproach
Bypassing the miseries of life
Stands proud in an instant
No longer hears the cries of those voices
Even less when the journey dies ..
And penetrates into the darkness of Night
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Manlio Fabio Jurado HernŠndez. Published on e-Stories.org on 08.03.2017.