LONELINESS

 Loneliness

In my body hangs the certainty of tomorrow;

Not the tomorrow that ends with the coming of night

But the tomorrow that is eternal,

While it lasts.

It creates overwhelming passions

In seconds

It causes us pain in instants.

It makes us poets of the night,

And at night I suffer in silence

The sweet whisper of the wind

That reminds me I must

Wake up ....

Even if my feet are still in the clouds ..!!!!

 N.G