urban poetry nº2
the scenery passes quickly through the window
i see the graffitti on the city walls
i feel the smell of diesel
the fog hovers in the air
matching the grey sky
my favorite hour of the day starts
that moment between day and night
where the impossible can happen
full of hope of what could be
a confortable feeling about everything i never lived
and a hope about what possibly i will never live
the rambling beats mixes with the sound of the cars
nowhere to go
the night already falls
the stunning neon lights reflecting in your eyes
nowhere to go
just keep driving to that special place
that we dont know yet
Nota: Sou a favor de escrever sempre usando minha língua materna, mas dessa vez achei que encaixou melhor em inglês.