The sidewalk, the asphalt,

The bushes, the lights

The rain, the lights, the crossroad, the sigh

The puddle, the shadow, the laughter,

A flower,

A flower without a pot.

   

Without the minutes, the wait.

Without minutes, the hour.

The hand without a watch.

  

The hand away from your breast in lust

The empty hand

Opened and empty,

Runs on sidewalks,

Alas!