Lively white wine

Lively white wine,

carbonated, bottled,

corked, sealed,

carefully caged,

but that night was new

the moon and it was written.

It couldn’t restrain itself,

it felt by a long time

clearly inside

its volume growing

a progressive baroque rock

excessive, in a crescendo.

The cork exploded to the sky

It’s a firework

unexpected in spite of everything,

it frees fluid and bubbles,

the illusionist’s

bottle overflows,

and infinitely runs,

unstoppable,

the alcoholic foam.

Perhaps I’ll drink

what’s left

of so much unforgivable

fortune

December 4, 2004