Empty Room.

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

Each tick carries triumphantly a
weightless corpse.
Can not hear an
insect running on the cold wet soil

A man made fun of himself,
talking loudly about love
and composition of days,

The same creature broke
the moon into pieces.
Blundered the sky with his tongue;
his conversation went on...

Discussed the hemispheres
from morning till late at night.
Without finishing what he said,
climbed roofs' red tiles;
from there continually talked to himself.

Meanwhile the hen hatched
and the chicks broke the shells.

People overheard
the silly things he said.
In his savaged room, this
man traveled miles on foot.
The last click came at 12 midnight.

On the radio broadcasting a story.
Uneasy himself
heard, a "Love Story"
...the man laughed...nodded his head...
oh...bon amour!