Flores Secas

Alley, old alley
You were never a wide street, avenue, or boulevard
You didn't have the shop windows or neon lights
On your walls grow flowers, alley
You are to me the scent of orange blossom
You are like a sun,
shining in my sky, alley
Your suburban sidewalks are made of dirt, alley
At night you witness my dreams, alley
On your walls grow flowers, alley