Right now.

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 24 May 2022

The cat looks at me.
if he spoke to me
I would ask
surely
clockwise
the one I stopped winding up
the night i decided to leave
let the hours pass
while the pizza cooled
in the table.
They were the same minutes or seconds.
Or the days.
and the weeks
falling down
of the trees
naked, cold
like needles.
In the silence
of those who do not complain
They don't even write verses
and look at the sky from windows
which are stars turning off at seven
in the night of the days
falling, cat
Right now.