She keeps singing
Her melody was rough
Hard to be conceived.

Reinforced with concrete
Those bars and lateral ties
Without notes,
Without right hum
The song was a pouring rain
Slow jazz of tick-tack
All over the corrugated covering.

The gravel was jealous
With its friend sand
For he has millions
And neither he cannot count.

No one ever escaped
The vastness of the curtained night
She uttered words that's magical
But remained a *broken vow.