TWO INSANE PEOPLE SITTING AT THE LIFE’S TABLE


Life forces you to play
At an old piano
Pressing on the flaps
Waiting to hear problems already resolved
Penetrating
Time puts you in the corner
You have nothing to do but starting to count
The days
The nights
The worries
The loves
You pass into another thought watching the woman
Like a satisfaction
And you feel like dying because the light falls on your natural head
Soaking wet you easily catch the metry madness
A torment coming like a mortgage
With a butterfly’s ability
You beat with the wings on the flaps of the piano
But you don’t hear anything
The topper makes you grumpy
You don’t hear the call of the public
You juggle with the weird moves of time and you feel like winning
Let’s dance dear on your static situation
We are two more insane
Much too more at the life’s table