It was raining
Long we stood at the corner.
It seemed it would not let us
But we were dertermined to go.
It was raining.
But the journey was a pleasure
Then we met the railing's end.
Where there was no mark of drops.
Gone? But it was still raining!
It was raining.
Four liters of liquor offerings
It was not stopping
Feasting on the prepared bouquet of the gathering.
How could you refuse the taste of celebration?
No one escaped! No one was exempted!
In the evening, it was raining
All the laughter, by the jester, by the listener.
Together we welcome the conqueror
The wit, the senses, the fear, the shame.
As darkness goes, so our strange gesture.
Oh, it was raining!
Emotions flowed through the street
Tired beneath the moonlight gleams
While others slept with fancy dreams
Some expressed their desired tears.
when will the rain stop?
Will it gives back what we lost?
Then the rain stop.
Then we found our way back home.
It was filled with nausea.
It was in the afternoon.
It ended in the afternoon.
When it was not raining!
(Inspiration from "Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Meji" by Federico Garcia Lorca of Spain.)
