FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it starts with what you cannot keep
something that can be given but no one is willing to take it
you have no choice but to keep it
"for a while, only for a while", that is how hope starts too,
but time travels so fast, the moment you switch off the light
before the darkness sits in bed, another day has awakened,
"it is sad, it is very sad", you learn how to smoke and
makes circles in the air, a plan for death is made,
this must be disposed, but secretly,
and that is how you learn the language of some
metaphors, you want to state an idea but it must be said
in some other form, only a few will understand,
and what is for a while has become an eternity,
it goes beyond you, your death is another story
told in one party, women drink a lot, they want to be drunk,
while the men stay outside, breathing.