the night
and the night falls without advice
the breeze blows without asking to agree
the winter cools the sky like a deaf dog
and, well, we simply stand still
then the sun rises again at its own command
the morning paints shadows on our faces
and turn everything on without a call
and we don’t do more than accept these rules
but when it’s love that happens
love that simply start to march
inside our mind
well
we think to can decide
and start to rationalize
to count
to divide facts in lines
and to say
“I Want-Don’t want”
then the night falls again
and we, simply, close our eyes
Untold Evening Tales
