Here by night,
the sky shines in ghostly ways-
gray veils slither high,
cover up the city
seize every street corner.


Among the chants and shouts,
scattered hawkers and thievish plays,
Raval pleads for another day.


Its veins at some flat time
sputter one after another,
the Drab
tightly dragging their belongings,
or a brown cigarette
they eternally cherish.



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Fence shudders from the court
awake sunken couples-


Head slightly tilted to the left-
through curtains of smoke,
she makes him laugh, lights another cigarette.


Her bronze skin glistens
in the dark sun

taunting from the window.


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