Walk with girl in the city- by Juan M.S.

Urban sights of dazzling shades

are depicted on your face,

arched by a concrete smile

painted in ocher colors.

A peanut buttered pigeon attains Nirvana

and floats up to the sky before we step on it,

while a drunken shadow tracks down

the last remnants of its decency.

An engine breaks down

the train of our quiet thoughts,

and your fugitive feelings

are startled to a halt.

I harden the pavement of my feet

which touch the curb of your legs

and breathe in your stray cars

poising a kiss on your empty street.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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