Just Another Night

Night...as always at window tonight.
A shiver. I shake. I get a blanket.
A quiver. It pierces like a bullet
and this cold is inside me tonight.

I am here again under the moonlight
to watch the stars waving on darkness,
wishing to them to make me heartless
to not get affect from another twilight.

Night...I am writing for you tonight.
I know you will tell my words are fake
but you know you are making a mistake.
You know it yet and I'll tell you tonight.

I can't tell what's wrong and what's right
but i know who I am, myself and my breed.
I can tell you that if you hit me I bleed
and a feeling can't just take and flight.

Night...I know you are sleeping tonight.
but I wonder if you sleep or you dream
when you think my emotions are just steam.
Night...Now i know you can't dream tonight.

I know my flaws and lacks. I see'em bright.
But ask yourself if I was so easy moving
what's the reason to be still here writing
or do you think I've just lost my insight?

Night...it's passed just another night
in a cold in which any flower would die,
I am living this night without any lie
just to tell you once again Good Night.

[Neuquen, Argentina Dec 6 2007]