Emptying cups
While the coffee
Gets cold, the world
Keeps moving
To the end of all,
Rushing to the endless
Moment.
Everybody
Is so sure of tomorrow
That makes me sick.
I´m just sure
This coffee
Will be cold soon
So I drink it
Before that,
Enjoying each single
Drop of it.
I don´t like empty
Cups, especially
When they´re dirty.
The Sun is shinning
Upon everybody
And everybody
Is like running from it,
Getting inside places,
Getting inside darkness,
Dry darkness, cold darkness
Full of tic-tac eyes
Without time to smile.
Ok, the coffee is over,
The cup is empty
And dirty, with this
Sugar memories
On the bottom
That I will have to wash
So I go out,
The Sun can´t wait
But memories are forever.
B.
