Black Piegones

And when I take off heavy chains of the day

Drowning deeply into painful helping sleep

I dream of us as black doves

In an unknown crowded square

Heavy black pigeons, rocking on the pavement

Among the spread of corn seeds and rotten bread

Gru Gru, I lost the aviation power

Your heavy pulling touched me down

I lean my neck upon your proud neck

blinking my eyes

clapping two unused wings of mine

With no hands  lose a hug

Me and you among the bumbling crowd

Gru Gru just both of us

Just me…

And my dream