This mornig while walking toward my usual bus-stop
I get to see a gentlemen at the other side
I didn’t cared much but I coul not ignore
sitting by the light pole

flies flying by his black face a dirty bag on his side
with any warning a car passed by
A nice suited women look at me
displaying misery to me
spite of those light blue eyes
beyond the costume of a rich women

I look away turning my sight to this men
out of the moment he blinked a smile to me

Last night thinking in this Miss Light blue lady
before I went to bed I kneeled down to pray
I beg to see a smile on your face