In my silence

city poem

 

The city and its hills,
stillness, the epicenter, prayers at the corners,
discover moments that only belong to the city my silences.
Bright light concrete paths wounded,
uprooting distributed in the fog, pitfalls.
Shadow has broken, melted before the event,
behind the smile of a child, lightning in the hive.
The city lives in me, full of voices, silences,
encounter in the crowd, loneliness, my moment (alfredo estevez)