Night of echoes

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Night of echoes

 

 

Night of echoes
that appear in the ear
with distant insistence

Footsteps looking for themselves
among their own mists

Night full of streets
that only exist
where dreams are lost

Night that reveals the depth of the dark
around the light of a street lamp

Naked night of everything
tell me if you saw me pass
because Time stopped
but I didn't stop walking

I saw a woman
that without running  ran
dressed in the sadness 
that a lost girl has