one minute debauchery

The urban penumbra,
stimulates the traveler's gaze,
break in ashes,
and leaves with the smoke of a cigarette,
while the shadows,
they get confused with the sky,
of the impending night,
how fragile he proposes,
as an insatiable nymph,
close your eyes to the orb,
at the mercy of their fantasy.
Portion of light from the crescent moon,
confuses unsuspecting souls,
orphans of North,
immersed in their empty hearts,
while, the city is gentle,
he sleeps on the sidewalks,
to wake up behind closed doors,
his freedom in brothels.
Passion is provoking the limits,
to make them obsolete,
and in the defiant debauchery,
the unpredictable becomes routine,
about the perfume of asphalt,
alcohol, meat and amulets,
establishing the rules,
of the most perverse games.
But everything lasts a moment,
and with tyranny arrogance,
the morning makes its way in the avenues,
like an insolent giant,
so that the devilish night,
just be an anecdote in the hangover.