Little emperor of the town

Looking out of the window,
Fog and rain in the city,
A tall, slim figure walking in the crowd,
Unnoticed, invisible,
Little emperor of this town,
At the height of his twenties.

The sky in his eyes,
In petrified blue....
The fog in his hair,
Of the sun is a clue....

All stars in a puddle,
Short pants that aren't wet,
Bunches of noodles,
Fly loose.... yet.

Reflections of a gray city,
Stained in red,
I don't know your identity
Why so disinterested?

It's after five,
No time for tea or beer,
Big and great, Ben is still alive
In higher place, to peer.

He has a funny way of walking,
Especially when he's in a hurry,
It's just a kid, but here is the king,
The pressure is too big to worry.

How many bridges to connect him with his own soul?
In underground soil,
The music keeps playing forbidden and foul,
He holds his guitar like a foil.

Little emperor and his sword,
The world is in your feet,
You only must to say a word,
Be strong and sweet.

He smiles....
The poetry emanates and shines.

Across of the sea,
Is his castle,
Waiting for him,
In his own battles.

He sighs....
Hands on thighs.

The long, awkward legs,
A new path to beg.

Three shadows and his guitars,
Jumping puddles and distancing,
He's just a boy owner of the stars,
Stars and their eyes ... romancing....

In a jump stands up,
The music is fading,
Fellows are already disappearing,
Laughing out loud,
How could they know?
You were the little emperor of this town?