The
windows open
In
the night of the lights
The
garden glow
The
insects bite
The
dry season
The
mosquitoes multiply
It
has mutated
It
isn't the wet
The
kitchen light glows
One
bulb fused on Saturday night
It
has the dimlit shadow
Don't
be afraid of the dark
There
is no soft breeze
The
night is warm
The
lizards have the times
Catching
insects in the night
The
call of prayers
The
loudspeakers blast
It
isn't the way
It's
the wrong of life
The
night of shadows
The
dancing insects fly
The
black dog stands alert
On
the road he commands
The
windows open
The
softly breeze flows
The
dim light and shadows
The
day of the night
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