FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it is the usual darkness
when i go home at night
towards
a place of
a dream

another collision
people crowd to take a look
and find
news

two people met an accident
one of them is dead

it is the usual happening
i stop my car
open the window
and gather
another sigh of this
homing world

someone opens his arms
and hands and
say

this is usual
and then forgotten
this happens
all the time

mourning is only for those
who are concerned

cars move, people retreat
the road empties for a while
and then

back to normal. Each
to each, windows close,
darkness

you start the engine
and you look for a door
a dog
a light from a bulb
a garage
green colored tiles
a certain music
fainting...