Like every morning, Early, still dark, morning...
She’s there crying...
She’s there, crying...
She just stands at the corner of Jane St...
And...
She Cries...
As usually there’s a man who walks close to her...
He just stares at her, and walks slowly as he passes by...
As often as the man goes to the street, there she is...
Same corner...
Same tears...
One early morning, he awakes and he just came from a dream with the woman on tears...
He decides to stop at her.
He looks at her, and watches that face, white and wet on tears...
His eyes wide open,
His mouth on shake,
He then runs away...
There’s a woman crying on Jane Street.
Every morning,
Early morning, when it’s still dark...
NC
NY, noviembre 2011
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