it gets hard sometimes

Asphalt

The asphalt burned, tired
I felt his spasms under my feet
I saw it before my eyes
He was so tired, asphyxiated
He barely breathed, with difficulty
And nature was still, plasticized
As in a photo of many ages ago
The wind did not blow

And a traffic light turned green
A man kicked his dog
It was already frightened by traffic
The men's footsteps compressed
The organs of the road
Of the dying asphalt, spasming
The street lights cried
From a long distance

Already burning and suffering
Like a child who's lost his father
At the supermarket, in this city
At her age, everything should collapse
She says, as she goes on anyway
And this picture is from many ages ago
Of a city that now should crumble
And be ruins into thick air

I was lost in my thoughts
Lost in the traffic
Lost in a city already dying
I searched for your hand
And you held it, caringly
You denied when I asked you
If it was your sophisticated method
To keep me safe from myself

You just wanted to make me feel loved
And I love you, apart from all
The other things, also for this
Because in the ruins of this city
In the ashes of this age, we will be
A presence impressed in an old photo
Beings that once breathed and lived
Even here