Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
Alma Negra
Broken gazes are silent as you pass by
On 3rd Avenue
People wait without knowing what for
Next to any wall .
The law here changes its costume and color
The jungle always knows how to distinguish who is better
The light makes it shine
The black glasses.
Sad life, has always treated you badly
Seeing the neighborhood behind glass glasses.
Bad streets taught you how to live
Failure has always been installed here.
The radios scream loudly and incessantly
Rhythms of the city
Luck lives, you can smell it
Near Central Park.
Black seed that is hard to peel
And to change
Voices are born in the darkness
From the heart.
You will have rhythm in your feet
And a black soul.

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