I don’t know why, but the morning coffee
took the flavor of searching. It began to look
for the future in the answers already lived.
In those stories which ripped the skin off
of my soul and froze the blood in my veins
or in those where I fought with the sickness
and I took a drive to hell meeting all the devils.
Also, as if it wasn’t enough, it showed up
the wretched death, taking from me my parents,
my puppy-girl and then, it took my brother!! Well,
I’m at another coffee and the strong savor touch
of the blues is still felt in it. Despite all of these,
I’ve got some mind over what matters… I live!
In my entire being, sentiments and emotions
yell, live! Live only by your own rules, woman!
Only your own rules matter and nothing else!
Do it! Let the good times roll. Carpe Diem!
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi