It was of the night a shadow more
he was homeless from the street
he was the faithful confidante
of an old bluff
owner of the big city
soÃador with mocking air
furtive hunter
of stars at sunrise
proud as a king
Whistling a song of love
nobody ever knew its truth
he was simply a pedestrian
from sun to callao
and eternal walker of madrid
of ungainly appearance
and silent street elf
morning buffets until the afternoon
of profession parao
it was from the frost a friend more
together they shared the sidewalks
together one night they went to sleep
under a paper sky
to the warm light of the lantern
I suspect he left
looking for a place in the sun
they tell me that he died?
Whistling a song of love
nobody ever knew its truth
he was simply a pedestrian
from sun to callao
and eternal walker of madrid
Desgarbao
and silent street elf
morning buffets until the afternoon
of profession parao
Only among all we can make this a better place :)