There were days...

There were days that you would write poetry
on the back of receipts, on napkins from lunch.


There were words that would transform poetry
and poets who would rephrase worlds.


Centuries ago, there was humanity and there were humans
in the depth of our souls, love killed us.


In today's youth, death has reached everyone's heart
and death has offered the unknown.


There were foreseen things
and there were unseen ones,
underneath the breathless foams.


There were nights that you would write desires
with your tongue
on a neck.


And that is poetry
on the back of receipts, on napkins from lunch.


01-06-2012