Av. Larco

A reflected light,
the model staring into nothingness
today is a bloody Friday,
there will soon be movement there,

Hunters come and go,
looking for prey in the city
roaring engines in a storm
arrive at Larco to demonstrate,

because it's a bloody Friday,
because they left their homes,
they look for some girls,
they are pumped up on drinks.

And the ones who are prey also come,
they know what they have to expose
skirt in fashion, tight jeans,
they come from all sides,
they enter the night,
they set the tones,
they get into the car,
they are prepared for everything,

some fail,
others don't dare,
and when they decide the river doesn't bring water,
they always smile, and even blush,
and when they are asked for that, they quickly get out of the car.

Dawn arrives as it lights up,
the end of the party is approaching,
deserted streets, there is loneliness,
empty white bottles already,
where did everyone go?
where is the noise?
where are the girls?
where are the hunters where are they?
where did the night go?
where is the harmony?
where is the noise that feeds the streets of Larco?
bloody Fridays of revelry,
where where where are they?