l*** (underground)

be near and be next and be the last to promise nothing. i appear to you already tired, already dirty, already naked of all artifice. i am this, i beg you in a secret unspoken tongue lost in the northern seas. i ask not, i tell you in the most peculiar gesture of an ancient sacrificial ritual for the dead. i want not, i whisper in my cat-like skin and harsh tongue before jumping for the unsuspected bird.

not even the night. not even the candle-lit corner of my funny way of being mad. not even the high frequencies of rhythm. not even the promiscuous words of well reputed witch-doctors. not even the most sour potion ever invented. not even the blue dark night. i'm still here.

be sorry and be merry. be still and wait. be there, just a little further down the road. be silent on that miserable tunnel of expectations. be grateful for the turning of days and changes of timetables. be late. be all ready you. i'll still be there.  ¶ 3:51 da tarde