(ESP-ENG) The day they were going to rob. (micro-story)

Recuerdo aquella vez, cuando la noche estaba puntiaguda por la avenida San Martín, dos tipos me detuvieron, señalándome con sus armas. querían mis pertenencias. pero una voz surgió desde el otro lado de la acera. -¡ese es el poeta, yo lo conozco!- los hombres, bajaron sus armas y se disculparon amablemente. seguí caminando, mirando de reojo para identificar aquella persona que había salvado mi noche. y lo vi, aunque no veía de lejos, los tres hombres se perdieron en la penumbra de una plaza.

I remember that time, when the night was sharp on San Martín Avenue, two guys stopped me, pointing their guns at me. they wanted my belongings. but a voice came from across the sidewalk. -That's the poet, I know him! - The men lowered their weapons and kindly apologized. I kept walking, looking askance to identify that person who had saved my night. and I saw it, although I could not see from afar, the three men got lost in the gloom of a square.