Accumulating all the pillows you need, To rest your curly head and soothe your congested nose. Lies down leaving some space to sleep, Even though is no longer in the room or visiting on weekends. Forgotten are the affections of spring, Phones empty of love messages. The street is still the castle in the air where unfinished drawings walk in design programs. No promises, dirty hands, tired feet and bright-eyed glances. Hopelessness vibrates in their voices, hostage to the daily economy, steali...