Contemplate these my love, they’re truly affordable!

Paroled by mannequins, vaguely ridiculous,

Terribles, alone like sleepwalkers

Darting God knows where over the limbs of their globe.

Their eyes, from where divine tinsel is separated,

As if looking at thighs, resting leaves

To the skies. No one ever sees them towards the pavement.

Fish reviewer, their head appetizes.

They walk again into this sickly, infinite night

As the father of eternal silence. O City!

Bending that author of our songs, laughs and burglars,

Prayer for pleasure until this atrocity,

Look! I lead myself as well! But more than your anchor

I say: What are they looking for in the sky, all the avenues?