I’ve been thinking. I know my days are counted. How do I know it?

I feel it in my bones. Yes. Hold me, hold me. Don’t be alarmed.

It’s going to be brutal. I need every second of yours to keep me

company. I need your ears, eyes and kisses. The dust around Jerusalem.

Has been thick. Lots of swirl dust have been on my way to Peter’ house.

The sheep have been bleating loudly on my walks. The vultures have

been hovering on me. The sunsets look redder than normally.

The Galilea Sea has been rendering dead fish. Something is afoot.

I’m a bit scared. I’m still a young man and long to have children with

you. See them grow and get old with you. Somehow I feel it’s not going

to happen. Hold me tight sweet love. Hold me. I’m scared as a child.

Oh, sweet Heaven why did you put me in this excruciating

conundrum…?

Ernesto Onofre