Fernaldo Nikhto

The stars seem to be present
Even in daylight,
Even if I’m enclosed
Without windows,
And even if I close my eyes.

No, I cannot look at them,
But there they are, shining above me.

And it’s always 2 or 3 AM:
Every day, the empty streets and the stars.

And there they are in constellations:
Kite, Camel Toe, Dead Puddle.

In a carousel, dancing, they shine
Right above, in a moonless night.

And she.

What a fool I am.
Oh dear, I’m really sorry.
I could have done it better.