Empty Room.

Empty room fated to the
unmerciful hours,
a rusty clock strikes
the grieving ticks...

The night carries triumphant a
weightless corpse,
can not hear an
insect running on the cold wet soil

Here a man made fun of himself,
talking loudly about love
and the composition of days,

The same creature broke
the moon to pieces,
blundered the sky with his tongue;
and his conversation went on...

Discussed the hemispheres in secret
from morning till late at night.
Without finishing what he said,
climbed the top roof of red tiles;
from there continually talked to himself.

Meanwhile the hen hatched
and the chicks broke the shells.

In the street people overheard
the silly things he said.
Inside the savaged room this
man traveled miles on foot,

Then the last click came at 12 midnight.
On the radio broadcasting a show,
the man heard a 'Love Story'
...and laughed...