Prostitutes leave the scene,
forbidden loves love each other without a veil, it is too late,
I already know that it is very late and a decadence is in the air.
Alcohol that gives another aspect to things,
even the street seems very busy,
an area where everything is alive,
alive like the ghost of a miracle.
It is a nostalgia , a decadence, something fun,
but it is a great fear of loneliness.
They never go out here
the great lights,
it dawns and no one ever notices,
br/>it seems that another day is going to begin, again,
but they will see me until nightfall.
It is a nostalgia, dying very young,
a smell of a dive from which I can never escape

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