Muro

You dip the bread in the empty plate
and turn off the television
you open the window and look outside,
the city awaits you somewhere.
You go out to the street and reach the wall
where everything ends,
where the sea begins.

You count the steps back home
and turn on the television,
you fall asleep and when the anthem starts,
you go to bed, you go to dream,
while another remains lying against the wall
where everything ends,
where the sea begins.

Moon something is happening
that I am feeling
that this time they are leaving me alone,
or at least alone like the night.

You wet your face like any other day
and leave without shaving.
You buy the newspaper and notice that the world
has changed its face for better or worse
and you keep walking and go to the wall
where everything ends,
where the sea begins.

Moon something is happening
that I am feeling
that this time they are leaving me alone,
or at least alone like the night.

You dip the bread in the empty plate
and turn off the television,
you open the window and look outside,
the city awaits you somewhere.
You go out to the street and go to the wall
where there is always someone,
where the sea begins.