on the stairways

Sitting on my own,
on the stairways,
old man passing by.

I used to
drink on my own,
after hours,
just before the sunrise,
kissing the full moon,
trash men washing
piss, puke, sorrow.

Sound of engines,
digesting,
as the night went by.

I used to
sit on my own,
after hours,
old lisbon quarters,
gazing the full moon,
kissing the river,
just before the sun rise.