When the night lays its curtain on everything
and the way home seems to narrow
the elegant sun is to blame
hidden through the fences

Or maybe is the moon
whose pale shadow falls
on the alley
on a bench
and the people that will pass by
or worries and dreams
and what may come
when night falls

near a home , on an alley
just for an instant
someone , awaiting his night
is begging a penny of happiness