...not exactly by Marquez

It was a hard time.

Poetry

and Love

semi-wild dogs howled,

starved to death,

in the gloaming,

under the blood red sky.

The Fireflies were stacked

on the rocks

as on a crucifix,

The crooked trees

sucked the wind’s blood.

Merciless Predators ...

It was a hard time.

and for us -

Death was

as vital as was Life...

In spite of everything -

We were bursting with

passion and infinite happiness.

We, the mortal sinners,

knew that we are mortal

that is why we used our time

to execute our own death sentence,

We are all passengers to hell.

Without fear,

Without shame,

with no remorse ...

It was a hard time...

On the stake -

Love

was the only way