La niebla

We’re witnesses to the skin, clothes don’t mean a thing.
From the sky, a fog has fallen like a bird
that descends with power.
Naked bodies without shame, Natasha’s lips,
the silhouette of the voice, feeling your hands.
And my black sneakers jump over urban mist,
dumbfounded.
Let loose the desire, they say it’s aphrodisiac.
And in the streets, everyone’s making love.
Don’t fear the stares, the fog will be your new coat.
The collective striptease has become the trend
all over the city.