Don't you know there is no one in the streets
and no one in the houses?

There are only eyes in the windows.
If you don't have a place to sleep,
knock on a door and it will open,
open up to a certain point
and you will see that it is cold inside,
and that that house is empty
and wants nothing to do with you,
your stories mean nothing,
and if you insist on being gentle,
the dog and the cat will bite you.

Soliloquio en Tinieblas [Soliloquy at Twilight] from Estravagario (Book of Vagaries) (1958)