Poema para las 2 am

and when love came to us twice 

and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us 

and fair to love itself.

we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to 

kill flies,

attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can’t sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy 

no miracles;

and don’t forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails 

and death is useless.

- on lighting a cigar, Bukowski (What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)