The age

I have the age of young nights

and of rushed kisses

in my veins are the desires of the past

and in my bones the jealousy of my predecessors

it's a complication and a pain

when you have promises to fulfil and places to be

and time escapes with every breath,

and it is too fast and slow.

A life to burn in an exhale of smoke,

There are expectations on my Friday nights,

there is poetry in the words that I hide,

There is imagination surrounding my life.

But,

everything is simpler than that.

Since I'm on a balcony two floors very low,

with a bottle without alcohol and a cat that does not sleep but dreams

And maybe they're in a hurry that I to run with cars

and hurt others without worry.

Nevertheless,

I have the comfort of a life that completes me in solitude

and company sought.

With cats as companions in my youth and books burned in words.

I will be as old as you want,

but not the dreams that you seek.

T.M.