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.