I wish the nights were like the nights of yesterdays –
dark and silent.
Do I not deserve better nights,
nights that hover above cremation grounds?
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Why do they light up the night
in the huts and the unpaved roads of this village?
Is not the night for forgetting the light -
that which have cruelly left us alone with its sights during the day?
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I feel that the nights won’t come back,
to bless the trees with their birds
to celebrate the homecoming of nothingness.
I feel that the nights won’t come back
because we have begun to kill them –
one by one.
