They say I have forgotten to turn out
my lights of the ambition and desire,
of the hurry, the youth and cockiness.
I add, by myself, also the ones of love,
looking for, lust, yet envy. And finally,
I am sure never will be lost others like
the rejoicing to be alive and dreaming.
It would be good they get out of my way,
for a loadstar still warms me so fiercely,
that I mirror fire, I burn and, sometimes,
I inject sparks.
Published in Mocking Heart Review, Spring/Summer issue 2016.
Published in The Brasil O’Flaherty July 2016 issue.