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A center placed clock

constantly marks the hours

of the mechanical things.

Throbbing trains passes through,

sweating their metal pores,

the smoke is over the town.

Everything is sad in the day,

all is dangerous at night.

Innumerable deformed posts,

stand out for the streetlights

without any symmetry.

Continuous move dominates the scene,

the population increase rapidly,

emerges from the asphalt.

Everything is sad in the day,

all is dangerous at night.

That powerful

digestive organ that swallows and vomits

from morning to night

filled of anxiety all is sick and dysfunctional too.

I understood

my smallness in this monstrous immensity called cities.

Claustrophobically,

only waste and crime is produced.

Crosses and candles by roads

marking the places of murders.

We can find the risk anywhere.

The excessive isolation

of the people to survive.

Political power, decadent elite.

Everything is sad in the day,

all is dangerous at night.