Cat

A brown cat passes after a black cat,

any bird flies, without making the rhyme,

and next to the keep stands the aspect

of this old tower, from bottom to top.

Just behind the door of the ancient stones,

you can hear the conversation right next to the wall,

that, with litanies of old songs,

Straight verdicts come out to whoever happens to be.

Football always wins ten to zero,

when the voice rises to great heights,

but if the voice is low, usuries win

of those who have little of sincerity.

Where there are no young people, the old always win,

capture anything, in an influential radius,

and where talk gets down on its knees,

those who are good people are astonished.