We love.
We don’t.
We are loved.
We aren’t.

We laugh.
We don’t
We cry.
We don’t.

Daylight lasts only half a day.
And we want sometimes night time to last an eternity.
To see each and every star and prolong the making of love ’till eternity.
But the alarm o’clock rings at six sharp.

And Down knocks at our ear doors.
We have to carry on. With our dreams in our jeans in this huge city.

Kill another day before we bring it back to life again at five PM.
When we kiss those desired lips again.

And we begin anew. We are daily snakes slithering out of our old skins.

Ernesto Onofre