The evening is on.
Nothing new
for those not afraid to stay,
escaping captivity in cages,
and commonplace lives.
Avoiding on a regular basis nonsense
like flaunting, getting laid with no ardour,
dressing up in model,
incomes extra,
obeying silly orders or guidelines,
abusing, oppressing, and telling lies to outlive,
being impatient to point out off
on futile events or on-line
to a bunch of individuals
who don’t give a shit about their fucking life.
The evening retains happening, pure,
it paints our darkish facet
prevented by all that gentle
that dazzles and kills all goals,
and burns the internal thoughts.
Day vanities are buried
with all their rush to nowhere,
and ineffective competitions,
anger and bribery,
ridiculous bigotry, social norms, cultures and delight.
Many little issues are worthwhile,
small gestures of ardour, feeling and care.
All these nights spent alone or collectively,
with those that need to be there,
will hold us alive.