Black Goes With Cream Room

Poetry Italian Constitution and its

Something in the night

Something in the night

move towards the lieutenant of the King,

someone under the streetlight

rolls his moment of happiness' .

A woman in her best outfit

leaves courted by many men,

queuing in their cars

counting the price of pleasure.

The tram travels empty to the last stop

while a newspaper helped wind,

bad news leads to the upper floors.

The worker Cycling

and it 'just separated from the shift in the factory,

at home waiting for him two plates one over the other

to keep his dinner warm night.

A cigarette butt dying

casts its last glow of fire,

the dog searches for the right pole

while his master pulls the leash,

two headlights quickly glide toward dawn

as the fog comes down to pat the windshield.

The Vagabond isolate

with the handle of the umbrella

slipped into the pocket creased,

drags her heavy figure uncertain

along the sidewalk.

Something does not work at night

and repeats like a slow attrition,

like taking a pain in the throat

as two powerful hands and shakes without mercy '.

Someone in the night you

and 'caught his failure to the King,

something and' shot in the wrong neighborhood

and the last gate creaks

tonight as arthritis.

Someone in the night

launched its appeal,

broken hearts looking for a good vein

when crossing the tracks with his eyes closed,

there 'more' nothing to do

vile and cynical defense strength

not sparing the King,

something in the night

has launched the latest attack and

and 'checkmate.

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