Like a concret  jungle
The city grows
The neighbour's name
I don't know
All seems cold
As the snow


The pretty windows 
The pretty door
They are closed
To avoid the cold air
And everybody
Seems not  care


The bird sings
The tree grows
The car stops
And I jump off
Let's see,  
What is there
The light is on
And  I am scare


I opened the door
very slowly
And my dog
Jumped on me
The light went off
And  I could not see
But a lovely song
I could  hear
"The  city of angels" 
Were all there 
and I will not be
 scare.


by Marli Camargo