Boa Noite

I spend the night in clear

Listening some conversations

Of the strangers on the corners

I turn it all around

Looking for a good way to sleep

I stand up to drink water

Always a strange feeling

Makes me run

Do not leave to go to the bathroom

Do not leave to go anywhere

Running the house at night you wonder the evils

I turn on the tv up for not hearing the whispers

Under the bed can have someone

Then i cover myself, protected, now, from everything

The doors make noises, the pots are fighting hanging

The dripping faucet in the sink, the window does not stop whistling

An insomnia that will only end when one day i can relax

Morning and i try to sleep, now warmed by the red sun appearing from the sea.