Four stars

Four stars

Thirty five years ago
When I was fifteen

One night
Seeing the same four stars
I’m seeing now
At the south

I ended childhood
With the same feeling
Soon I will end youth

I smell change
But anxiety
Don´t cause me
To lose sleep

Any way
I’ve seen
Not without envy
On some grown olds

The calluses that protect
Too sensible skins

And the pious cataracts
That prevent glare
From glorious foolish

Even more
I’m beginning to enjoy love
Without the rush of desire

You know
Sometimes generals
Say they miss freshman times

But I think that
None of them have ever
Returned any star

VABM Sunday, October 25, 2009