The moon is rising 

What a beautiful night! The moon is rising.

How can I sleep?

God, soon, this will be over! 

Please God, No!

I am worried about the dawn!

What does the morning want?

It comes every day.

I don’t want tomorrow; I want to live tonight.

I am screaming

I am angry. 

Don’t you know what I am talking about?

Do you hear me?

Can you see my hands are begging for your hands?

My scream is interrupted by my cry.

I am talking to you… are you listening?

Saturday

Saturday was a bad day. It was a very bad day.

I wish it wasn’t!

I was moaning all day. The pain was too much!

Why should I live like this?

What is this prison? 

How come people are not running away? 

Escape, damn it! Escape…….

Sunday afternoon came. It was a bad day.

Bad news, lots of death. The pain was too much!

Monday night came. It was a bad night. No moon, no sound

Not from living, not from dead!

Tuesday came. Tuesdays are always bad. Nothing! Nothing!

Wednesday came, and everybody was tired. 

Thursday came, and everybody was in pain. 

Today is Friday! 

Thank God today is Friday. 

Tomorrow, I will escape.

2/1975 Haloo

Believe me 

Do you believe that love is all pain and nothing but pain?

Do you believe that I am a drunken, drunk from your lips?

Do you believe that living is just an excuse? 

Do you believe that death is just a mirage?

Do you believe that your eyes are like galaxies? 

Do you believe how sweet your lips are? 

I believe.

2/1975 Haloo