Tuesday, March 11, 2008

pointless (zapatos viejos y pantuflas)

this night
all feels so pointless

so gray
and so boring...

tired like my old shoes
sleepy like my over-used pantuflas



now that the physical pain is gone
seems that a strange indifference
has taken over me and lately
sophomoric dreams are one-sided
and lonely

if you were to knock at my door
one splendid night!
oh lovely surprise
it would be
to mix my little home
and your smiles

but, no surprises
no furtive messages
another long night alone
again, boring...

yet i still wait
for a coming morning
even if nothing
even if empty
even if lonely

because
in the mornings
at least there's the aroma of coffee

i have survived 38 years
with and without little disappointments
not even sun rays are always there
but one can make her own coffee
that scares away this
my self aromas of loneliness
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