Stirring at the sunset memories

of the sunrise, burning with desire,

truth of the living dead, dark reddish

clouds are there and there, on the midst

of the horizon.

As I recall all great the conversations I had

with her: lonely sounds are being played by

the unknowns neighborhood fellows from afar.

Loneliness be squeezing itself slowly in

my mind getting there, Yes getting there

breaking all source of peace in my heart.

Behind all thoughts, I came across the

tree slowly being blown by the soft winds:

Slowly as my medulla oblongata plays the memories of the lost moment…

Time we shared and spared, my eyes

be filled with tears; suddenly I craved

to be cuddled and no one was around.

I can’t resist, I can’t take it anymore; trying

to make a phone call right away: it’s just a

matter of time.

Voicemail controls the traffic, the lady tells

me to please try again later.

Time is waiting for no one.

Two rat’s are chasing each other on

my sights, are they feeling what i feel

or they’ve been sent to hurt me even more?

Are they showing off or craziness it’s

begging it’s way into my brain? I don’t know

mixed emotions round about me has taken over…

As the sun disappears being clueless and senseless:

In the jungle is where I belong.

I guess I will miss her, like stars misses the sun.

Only time will tell.