Perros

Every time the sun rises, night comes for the old man
Without shield or lantern, he traces the routine with his old
Truck the burning neighborhoods and his back receives the punishment
The shadow waits for him there, it's another block away
He thinks
The rearview mirror that shows and hides the way
That is already lost
It's just a part
Of a glass poor animals that always return to the same little tree
Back home at 6:00 the woman went to make the 'manguitos'
Selling clothes the burning neighborhoods and his back receives the punishment
The shadow waits for him there, it's another block away
He thinks
Then he goes out to the street naked of coats
Golden without fear cursing at the dogs
From above