On the asphalt of the parking lot
the moon makes a quiet lake.
I remember other times.
Spontaneous encounter
used to be enough for me.
I no longer felt alone
at those times.
Looking at the moon,
with the rabbits
munching on the evenings first dew,
Me, breathing in the night,
the aroma of the cafe.

The freshest scent,
of a woman encountered,
the brief adventure,
left me off balance.
With a burning desire.
to live there forever.
My heart filled.
Under the moon,
I returned,
dazed and unsatisfied.
At that time
Luna was my loyal companion.
Awakened to the morning
Tossed from bed.
I find my own sick body.
My old thoughts.

I like to go out
under the rain or the sun.
I enjoy watching the streets,
talking to people spontaneously.
I believed I could change my fortunes,
until the last week.
Each new morning offered the promise
of a life as yet unlived.
One of loving and being loved.
After great exertions I sat smoking.
Me. Alone with my greatest fear,
that I was to be alone.

I have aged and now want a home.
One I could cherish,
leave at night,
To stroll and stop
on the avenue,
for a look at the moon,
Returning home
to my dedicated partner,
a quiet woman, patiently waiting.
I have aged, no longer content with myself.
The passersby are always the same;
the rain and the sun, the same;
and morning’s a desert.
To exert is no longer worth it.
Going out under the moon,
With no one waiting for me,
has become dark.