The night fell, and you appeared behind the shadow of my last cloud…
Fresh, brisk, insulting… like the first day of bazaar…

You lit up my crater, presuming that it would be only you, who could light up my sky… my nest and my mourning… with that little heavy spar…

You, who do not know my dreams, nor my pain, nor my commitment, nor a hint of who you really are…
How dare you understand me, if you only lived in a firmament surrounded by stars!

I tremble because I’m dying of sadness, because I can’t live without mar. My heart shrinks, and only spits out old lava afar…

How do you have the courage to despise me, if you have never seen my scars!

I leave you to grow in another sleeplessness, in another longing… in another morning of hysteria and sparks.
Here, I continue with my challenges, my sleeplessness and delusions…waiting for the chimera and how to start.

Sleep, my insolent moon, your fourth sphere cannot wait to char…
I will continue roaring in my night, reminding you that morning only enters if you let your window ajar…

Photo: Jordi Coy