GOLD.

A crazy life,
amidst tinsel,
the gold beating,
squandering life.
Spending the gold,
precious gold,
on nothing.
Time,
that passes,
in life,
a crazy life,
enjoying,
the hours.
Gold, that doesn't return,
the gold of a golden autumn,
on a ship that shipwrecks.
Throwing everything overboard,
doing crazy things,
the party continues.
What does it matter,
life,
doesn't return to us.
life is leaving us.
Burning the gunpowder,
in the final explosions,
everything goes away in fireworks.
Living the moment,
and later, if there's nothing,
what's been spent, let them take away.
Between planes, between trains,
between endless, unending parties,
between what's most delicious, most delightful.
What does it matter to throw away the gold others give,
that gold to be spent on the vice of living.
Let's live the present, there's no future anymore,
amidst agendas, let's squander everything,
squandering all that's been earned.
We will have nothing,
except memories
of parties
of gold,
and happy
air.
Crazy,
life,
to
spend
the future.
Without sorrow,
with joy,
let's dance.
Final
moments
of gold.
Golden
life.

August 5, 2050

WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES


At the end of the night,
at the end of life, lights,
lights in one's twilight.

Moving the waves,
transcending to the light,
leaving the body, flying.
in the night that transforms.

Long days,
in the tear,
in the smiles,
history of life,
sailing in blood.

Days that elapse,
nights of life,
walking.

Walking to the end,
that life that leads,
everything leads to the end,
days that pass us by.

Sad stories,
happy days,
everything went away,
and the story,
amounted to nothing,
stories of the end.

Stories of love,
that complicated love,
that amounted to nothing,
like everything in me.

History that fades,
walking to the end,
in the night of days.

Walking to the end, to the Light,
in my loops, in my nights,
between tears, between stars,
I was never brilliant, and my light goes out.

Stories of life that was a failure.

Stories of the nights in the rain,
that rain that spills within oneself—
Stories of the days that end in nights,
while I wait, I wait for the light beyond the path,
while everything turns into an unfortunate story.

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WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES
WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES


At the end of the night,
at the end of life, lights,
lights in one's twilight.

Moving the waves,
transcending to the light,
leaving the body, flying.
in the night that transforms.

Long days,
in the tear,
in the smiles,
history of life,
sailing in blood.

Days that elapse,
nights of life,
walking.

Walking to the end,
that life that leads,
everything leads to the end,
days that pass us by.

Sad stories,
happy days,
everything went away,
and the story,
amounted to nothing,
stories of the end.

Stories of love,
that complicated love,
that amounted to nothing,
like everything in me.

History that fades,
walking to the end,
in the night of days.

Walking to the end, to the Light,
in my loops, in my nights,
between tears, between stars,
I was never brilliant, and my light goes out.

Stories of life that was a failure.

Stories of the nights in the rain,
that rain that spills within oneself—
Stories of the days that end in nights,
while I wait, I wait for the light beyond the path,
while everything turns into an unfortunate story.

Walking to the end, to the Light,
in my loops, in my nights,
between tears, between stars,
I was never brilliant, and my light goes out.

Stories of life that was a failure.

Stories of the nights in the rain,
that rain that spills within oneself—
Stories of the days that end in nights,
while I wait, I wait for the light beyond the path,
while everything turns into an unfortunate story.

WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES
WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES


At the end of the night,
at the end of life, lights,
lights in one's twilight.

Moving the waves,
transcending to the light,
leaving the body, flying.
in the night that transforms.

Long days,
in the tear,
in the smiles,
history of life,
sailing in blood.

Days that elapse,
nights of life,
walking.

Walking to the end,
that life that leads,
everything leads to the end,
days that pass us by.

Sad stories,
happy days,
everything went away,
and the story,
amounted to nothing,
stories of the end.