The giants are as quiet as intentions
of glass, and their souls
lean out between their lids
searching the vagabond breeze of the skies.
At this hour
the city is a black woman
with gold alleyways wrapped round her neck
like warm amulets.
not even the stealthy
steps of a dream, is going to stop
at the lights. Only
the whinnying of a taxi
burns the curves of the centre,
heart of 36th and Market, waking
your memory that was flying off distant
bringing to you at the window the pigeon distance.
(August night 2002, Sheraton Hotel, Philadelphia)
Daniel García Granda, from Leyendas Urbanas