Social Glamours
We were shadows,
the shadows
behind the big glass mountains.
The inhaling followers,
favorite fans of the passing shadows,
galleria'sshows,
Where the glamorous people,
had their speeches and celebrations.
As did all the sideline actors in corridors
running errants,
tips, leftovers from the big boss.
Taxi drivers, entertainers,
token collectors,
The low tiers of businessmen
Its the sharing of the leftovers,
of the big commerce,
The allegorial nips and tacks
of the grand balls,
costumes that reflects the times.
The days did that confirmation,
this long narratives ofsocial levels,
Nothing important
appear on our life's horrizons,
just the invalid piecemeal entries
shared on the menus of the imbalance,
This casts of characters,
that's supporting roles,
door keepers,
usherettes,
impromptu
coincidental arangement
to theoccasion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem