“Our Neighbor”

Our neighbor,
Tonyo, he is
A punk. He looks
Like a punk
And dresses
Like a punk,
Or rather, he
Always stands
Next to his
Beat-up car
Looking like
A punk —
His head is
Shaved, his limbs
Are skinny,
His face is
Bony; he never
Wears a shirt
And his feet
Are always bare
Against the grimy
Pavement. He
Doesn’t have
A lot of friends
And even has
A few enemies
In the neighborhood.
But at night
When the streets
Are dark and
Deserted and
Everyone have
Fallen asleep,
He sits in his
Living room
And with his
Piano, he plays
The saddest sonatas.

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