Friday evening
When everything was alright
I met my long lost friend
In a bar, on Kimsey Street
Drinking a glass of whiskey
And thinking of the days
When he was young and free.
I sat at his table
And we started talking
Comforting each other with words
That came from a long lost time
When we were friends
Not caring about anything else.
He reminded me of the moon
That shone on the sky
And we stayed until 5 o’clock in the morning
When the crack of dawn revealed
An electric blue sky,
Over our old neighborhood.
We left the bar as if nothing else
Had happened in the past years,
Joyful and greeting
The usual morning people,
As they came by,
And wishing for a little rest
In our cozy homes
Feeling at last,
The mild heat of the sun,
In the fresh morning
That was barely starting to light up
on our old boulevard.

Tonight
The full paper moon
Throws a few cold rays
That shine
Through my kitchen's windows.
Some sesame seeds
Or maybe just a sleepy cracker
Think that they are too insignificant
For the hi-rise neighborhood
Where people dressed in coats
And hats
Passing by, in the night,
That is lit by the white and yellow
electric lights of the streets.

The paper moon
Shines its pale luminance
Sleeping gently over our city
With its clean streets
And colorful glass tall buildings.
I rest alone in my room
Not knowing where to be
Or what to do in this surreal
Atmosphere
Where coziness meets the pleasure
Of being here and now
Sipping on my coffee
At 5 AM in the morning
And planning carefully
the day ahead.

The round moon
As it always been
Is inviting me to be aware
And contemplate
The night that has just begun.
Rabbits, flowers,
Indigo lights and cinnamon,
A drop of nutmeg and salt
Falling from my kitchen ceiling