Sweet smoke in the cold street

The city yawns, the day already starts

I go down to the stand, lights flickering

Coins in palm, cold cutting

Oil singing, mind dreaming

Sugar falling, time floating

I bite the silence that starts clearing

At the churros stand, dawn is breaking

Golden flavor that never is fading

Every bite makes the night stop aching

At the churros stand, all is awakening

Neighbor beside, a cup of coffee

We share old tales that already left

The sun peeks out, and all can be seen

At the churros stand, dawn is breaking

Golden flavor that never is fading

Every bite makes the night stop aching

At the churros stand, all is awakening

I drink the last sip, total calm

I leave the stand, beginning as end