Horoscope

The day set melancholic into night,
Despair, a cup of coffee, cigarettes;
All ends up under a burning light,
Or in castles of thoughts that we forget.

And while it ends we wait,
Though with no solution,
For our Guevara’s sense of revolution…

You read your film’s resume with little care,
It gives you but great boredom and frustration.
So, with this hateful face to me you stair,
And try to close the book of your starvation.

And while you try, we wait,
Though with no delight,
And search for tenderness in the lonely night …

The Silence fills the room with greedy shadows;
To cast them out we light on the TV:
There is a man promoting fancy mellows
With which we sing away our Destiny.

But while we sang
(And we were almost glad)
A shadow came to me
And said:

«To be or not to be, there is a fee -
Tomorrow noon I will be here for thee!
Prepare yourself, and wonder what you are…»

And so, waiting for noon, I dreamed with stars…

The night just fell asleep on the lap of day,
Coffee, cigarettes, and some despair –
All ends up in sparkles in an ashtray,
Or in castles of smoke upon the air.

And while it ends, we wait,
Though with no belief,
For the vanishing of loneliness and grief.

You read your horoscope with gluttony,
It prophesises nothing but regret;
So you just turn these hateful eyes to me
N’ close the magazine trying to forget.

And while you try, we wait,
Though with no repair,
For the relief of all the weight we bare.

These greedy shadows fill the room with Silence,
To scare them off we use the radio –
There is this voice promoting wonders, science,
With which we build this Human Thing we own…

But while we built it,
(And we were almost glad)
The shadow came to me
And said:

«The sun already caste’ away the moon,
The promised hour came and now it’s noon –
Come with me, I’ll show you what you are…»

And in the mud it took me very far…