From my balcony,

Do you see yourself often,

run on yours, back and forth,

full of energy,

I don’t know why, in you I see myself,

with all our follies.

You are a lonely dog,

do the same things,

you are a habit.

I hear you moan at night,

especially when there is a storm,

but no one seems to hear you,

if not me,

still awake,

when the music leaves me.

I wonder if you suffer

or if you simply respond to stimuli.

Maybe I think about it too much,

yet we are still so close,

me and you.