That the cars do not start,
stop all factories,
that the city is full of long nights
and cold streets.
Let the candles go on,
that the theaters and hotels are closed,
that sentinels are asleep
in the barracks.
Let the bullets get wet,
that the photos of the magazines are deleted,
that they eat kisses to the schoolgirls
to the artists.
Let the people touch,
that trains do not arrive at the border,
that are affectionate with customers
the waitresses.
Because I'm going out tonight with you
the cathedrals will remain without beatas
and we will be two cats sheltered
of the portals.
Let the flowers get angry,
that the storks return to the calendar,
that dictators suffer for love
and the notaries.
Let oblivion die,
hide the keys of the courts,
that Cupid of the husbands remembers
abandoned
When my message finally arrives
at your hands, at the gas station
old I will wait;
and we will take the boarding together
road
what I told you
We will leave hanging
the whimsical moon over the cinemas
and the fallen public statues
in the gardens
Only among all we can make this a better place :)