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The black and red cars
pass by on the boulevard,
they agree with the sky,
which is thinking
of going abroad.

Lovers’ Bridge
is busy, but sleeps above the cars,
it dreams of quiet beaches
where it will read
magazines and drink
margaritas without ice.

Its friend, the palace,
faints - it’s so tired -
but the lovers are busy
with other things.
They don’t have time
for palaces, cars,
the sky - only for bridges,
only for words and mouths,
only the sounds which are heard
when you forget that
other people exist.

The whole city is in the mood
for travel, for a party,
for fresh air.
Even old monuments
are dancing in the park,
even the politicians
are eating sandwiches
on benches, on the grass.
Today is probably a day off.