I can see you going out around there
I told you that this town is a slit
-Give me your hand
- Look at me
- Don't do this
- Don't go there
Billboards giving color to you
They blur my vision
I could see you sighing in affliction
And leaving the session, laughing out loud
I can see you joking around, enjoying to be
Your shadow multiplying itself
In you eyes I can also see
Some showcases looking you passing by
In the gallery, every glare
Is like a day after another day
They're opening the hall
You pass in exposition
You pass without look at you watcher
Who is collecting the poetry
That you spill on the floor