Monday, June 22, 2009

Going out

It's Friday night.
I live on my own.

I earn my own money
and I use my own free time as I please.

I am healthy. No obligations.

Smoking my cigarette,
puffing my deserved, longed freedom in and out.

Light feet and enough energy
to wrestle a bull.

I am a free man,
and I thank the destiny that got me here tonight.

My eyes are glistering for the commotion,
I am on my way to meet my friends downtown.