Night live (I.P.)

I want to confront the world with eyes

full of holy fire, with handfuls of worldly

desires (didn't I learned this passion

from the fiery Spanish poets?). To make

the sky shiver, to make the earth vibrate.

To let people shudder, agitate, shake.

But what happens. I stand by the window.

Watch how the stars. Gaze, giggle, glow.