Madrid

Madrid
bedazzled with glitter
kneaded down to the core
had been lounging for quite some time already

Madrid
sprinkled with sugar
down the stuccoed alleys
was getting ready without really knowing why

Madrid
a trap
a one-way street
an appointment where no one will come

Madrid
where are your icons
with broken or hoarse voices
where are the angels that used to sleep on the rooftops

two girls
in the light beam
in front of a row of lampposts
gave each other their hand for the first time

two girls
who were a pair
laughed so loud that the prettiest
almost died - died of joy