Lighthouses all along the alleys, dream lights, lights corrupted by money,
I miss the aura of this spiritual tranquility.
My city full of dust and footpaths, passionate whores and earth quenched infants;
Festivities would go down the barrels for you.
Dictatorships, this bloody feudalisms,
Let’s just suck human tits and fleshy penises through all these rains of gunpowder…
You, my epitome of physicality, naked with those enthralling butt chicks against all these hopping popping,
I smile under the black blanket.