Drinking

Putting outside this smoke

That comes from my cigarette.

Putting inside this fruity alcohol

Which swims from my glass of wine.

My view is resting on the fire

Could be snowing outside, but it’s not.

Only the strongest winter cold

The dry and rough breath of loneliness.

No longer capable of dreaming

But am I living a real life?

Are we?

From faraway as outside the room

I heard the pass sound of steps

I felt a warm wave rise…

And I took another sip of wine

Entering the room a shadow was.

I felt embraced by the flames of the fire place.

Did I drink too much?

Because I saw you next me.

No longer capable of dreaming

But am I living a real life?

AM I?

You run towards me

I raised from my inertia

I felt old and sick

But a new life was borning in me

I jumped the sofa

And threw my harms to you

You were so close…

And when I touched you… you vanish in a cloud…

I was capable of dreaming

It was the only way to had you near me.

What’s real or not?

I think my loneliness…