Falls the night
and she brings
all his nostalgy
and melancholy.
And I am thinking
where the right not
know, in everything and at the same
in no time, maybe. The
thoughts consume
Slowly all my sleep,
and my energy, when
eye toward my wrist
encounter me with the clock
and note that it is too late,
late to think, then to
act, then realize that the only
solution is to sleep and await the
morning comes, I hope it
bring better days,
hot days, the bright rays of the sun,
propitious days to implement all the
it was thought, but when you raise
I see it is a frigid morning, dark,
the sun is hidden behind the clouds
of rain. The thoughts just ooze
and with them the courage to leave
do what I had thought.

Arthur A. Melo.