FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

there is no direction
the conversation goes anywhere
we do not take it
it takes us all into an oblivion

this one makes us forget what
we have become
apart from what we were
the face we love
without a scratch
without a scar
we gather upon the same places
of our old longings
we are never satisfied because
we never had it in the first place
we were denied of our own doors
our worlds are crumpled by their dirty hands
we stay here
without dreams to even have just
a wink and a wing
we have compensated for this lack
we look at them with pity
they carry their chains and they
think that we are unhappy