As Memórias Do Amanhã Longínquo

A scared dog from 1:20 a.m. to 1:45 a.m.

It was 1.20 a.m.

And I was closed

Inside the bathroom

Reading poetry,

Away from all

The sounds that

Take control of my

Small rented studio

At night:

The refrigerator, the furniture,

The clock,

Strings from I have

No idea…

I was sited on the

Toilet with my pants on,

Just reading the night

When my up neighbors

Started to fuck.

She sounded like

A scared dog,

Sometimes more,

Sometimes less,

Almost monotonous

As I kept reading.

I don´t even know

If I heard the guy

Or if there was a guy,

But after five poems

Came some silence.

Then somebody pissing,

Toilet flush, somewhere

Around me water

Throgh pipes inside

The walls

And then silence again.

It was 1:45 a.m.

And I realized that I had

To read the poems again,

Because I was paying

No attention.

I think I like sex

More than poetry.

B.