FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

how many nights have you spent
sleepless,
anxious, too much has been poured
on that piece,
a recollection of youth,
remembering a cave, and a mountain
and a dead bird in the sky,
shot,
lifeless upon a rock,
how many empty spaces
sharp stones, bee stings,
blanket spread near the river
under the bamboo trees,
drowning boy, unsaved by
papa, and mother not wanting
to eat anything after
wanting to die,

the swift tiger, in the forest of time,
the cool shades of the lion's beard,
eagle's with sharp eyes
preying upon a new born chick
a proud hen,
how many more? a lot a lot
countless stories and you end up
not choosing any item,
and then the 30th of April passed.
Night, oh, it is dark, the moon is not here.
"It's ok" you said to yourself.
There is another way to make a king of myself.
The masses. Nothing about laurel leaves.
Fat.