A day after Beloxi

To the victims of huracan Katrina everywhere
To the ones that still remain in such a long night

They say there is no path out there
that a cool wind wonders
and that the gyroscopes
have remained biting the distance
in the nameless city of the nightmares.

They say spiders forgot to weave
and the moon
wanders lost around the map of the night.

They say the lights were turned off
that there is no truth to be recovered
that no one cares about emitting signals
and life is nothing
when words run to be hidden

[Original text and translation
into English, by Maria Eugenia Caseiro]