INSOMNIA

insomnia,

from the window

i watch the road like an asphalt snake,

the headlights of cars

like eyes,

life go on,

i drink the cheap wine,

and hope something happens,

darkness equals good and bad,

I between them

insomnia,

if she came it would

be good, really,

i still have a half

bottle of wine,

and i’m a lonely man

insomnia,

when will we have pigs lost in the streets?,

when will Mamon go up the mountain?,

when will the good drinks be served?

i close the blinds,

nothing profitable

again

only me and my

incapacity