Callejón

A flickering lantern
lying old on your corner,
showing off that it illuminates you,
maybe whispers because you cry.
Ten little trees like a rosary,
broken on the grass of the cruel winter,
alone they faithfully and tenderly
watch over your sad nights of immense peace.

Alleyway,
destiny sold us both,
I'm a sad wanderer
with no direction and no end.
Alleyway,
you will be my confidant,
I bring my head bowed
don't know where I'm going.
Like me,
you also bleed from a wound,
the city forgets you
and it has forgotten my love.
Alleyway,
that's why I seek your shelter
far from the world I manage
to numb my pain.

When the dew wets your skirts,
you cry bitter sorrow for her,
like my life you have no traces
and never a car crossed your path.
Only on clear moonlit nights
a couple comes to lull you,
and when they say goodbye they usually leave
resounding kisses like glass.