They stole Christmas lights

 The streets are cold

No one passes

It's pitch black

It does not remember Belem.

We are in the month of December

Something is missing on the horizon

Not a shooting star

That the way point!

A different year

With an unexpected outcome

Absent spirit

Discouraged people.

Dismay reigns

Lacks the usual joy

On top of that

They stole the Christmas lights.

in Catharsis of Words, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Sunday, December 13, 2020, 6:30 pm

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)