The nights happen to me

The night happens to me at the brightest mornings
The night happens to me when It is already noon
The night engulfs me whenever I mention the sun
The night happens but despite all the nights that happen to me
I still enjoy the smiles of stars
I still share the moon its tales and music
I still watch the ribbons of passing nations and a poet who rides in the wagon driven by three deers
I still see all that in the silver light of the moon
As two lovers watch the reflected graphics tape in a cinema of seventies. .
As two lovers stare the night of the coffee that sparks with bubbles and stars
Rain still is occurring the rhythm on the window edge
The heart is still occurring the rhythm in the body’s cage
Clock on the wall is still occurring the rhythm
Then, the wind rolls the page ..
The night could happen to me anytime
For example … when I ignite three candles …
Or when I carry my lantern
The night happens as any champagne being opened ..
Very quick … The night happens to me
Very calm .. very gently .. very smoothly
Like a dark fire engulfs an old novel

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