To those cheerful girls on the street
that spill perfumes in the night
with the wings open in case there is
someone to invite them to reach ... the moon.
Frost and crystal butterflies
seagulls without direction that when passing
They stare at me.
Samaritan women of love,
that are leaving the heart between the corner and coffee
in the shadows of a garden
or in the gloom of a brothel at dawn.
Fragile dolls of love that give in exchange for a flower
The soul.
To those cheerful girls on the street
who disguise their sadness
eternal companions of the lantern
of the red light and the thief ... who dream
The arrival of someone who maybe
Give them a carnation perfume and love them.
Samaritan women of love,
that are leaving the heart
between the corner and the cafe
in the shadows of a garden
or in the gloom of a brothel at dawn.
Fragile dolls of love that give in exchange for a flower
the soul.
Samaritan women of love ......
The soul.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)