Like almond blossoms or beyond.

Now... in exile now, in exile... yes, at home, at sixty years of a swift life they light candles for you, so rejoice, with all the calm you can muster, because a reckless death missed its way to you due to the crowd... and a curious moon postponed you over the ruins, laughing like an idiot, so don't believe it approaches to greet you. It is in its old job, like a new March... it brought back the names of yearning to the trees and neglected you, so celebrate with your friends the breaking of the glass. At sixty, you will not find the remaining tomorrow to carry it on the shoulder of the anthem... and it carries you.

• Category: Poetry

• Number of Pages: 102 pages