The night is very dark, a little lazy.
The smoke dances above the flame,
it’s the wind that animates it,
while my cigarette smokes,
and the smoke takes refuge in a hidden corner.
The light seems like tangled ivy,
hugging the old streetlamp on the corner.
A passing car, the grunt of a motorcycle
break the silence…
as she tries to sleep.
The pale rain dances timidly and sighs… I watch her
When she notices,
She wets my face and eyes… so that she no longer lets me look at her
Then she lies down on the road, which turns silver.
The sky slowly lightens
With the moon and its stars, she enchants me
And my thoughts fly
Running through the mountain
And over her shoulders, I can contemplate the sea.
My thoughts waver
On this somewhat lazy night
The fresh air hides in my nose… to warm itself
Another cigarette burns down
sighing… sighing… sighing