Candomble de La Aduana

Feel the noise of the street
there are no more dogs
that don't bark,
men leave
with the wind,
nothing waits
not even a moment.

The vapors
of the customs,
citizen's
trash;
the pieces
of a night,
the loves,
the reproaches.

And I'm walking the same path as always,
I'll be the ghost of the old hospital;
rabbit from the port's galley
and some are already starting to drink.

And I'm walking the same path as always,
I'll be the ghost of the old hospital;
rabbit from the port's galley
and some are already starting to drink.