Black Cats And Pizza Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

i.
Because it's New Year's Eve I bought me a pizza
and hid my sorrows munching, tasting,
remembering old days. After all, I am a big child.

ii.
Yet I'm afraid that in a few hours I'll be completely awake.
I can still remember last night's nightmare.
I was fighting to survive from fire
after a helicopter crashed near my home.
I ran away but the fire was stronger and caught me.
I did not realize to search shelter crossing the wide river.
That was my only possible rescue;
those murky waters cannot be defeated, they cannot be silenced.
Everything else was burnt down: my childhood home, my happiness,
my illusions, my memories.
Then I woke up in fear. I am still dizzy and tired.

iii.
When I was young I used to dream about my future daughter.
My dear and sweet little beast. I promised myself to place
fresh cornflowers and tender wheat in her room,
I promised to caress her small pink nails,
to let her dream about elves and crystal fairies.
She will be my only dream forever.

When I grew older I found myself alone.
Sometimes I feel the need to caress anyone's shadow
sweeping by chance the walls of my house.
Sometimes I listen to El Condor Passa.
Only bird shadows fill my window.

iv.
And now I go outside to buy another pizza.
A black stray cat crosses my path. It is for the third time this month.
Black cats are strange creatures when is snows.

v.
I sit inside the pizza restaurant, waiting for my order.
They always play the same disco music here.
Did I ever dance in my life?
The waitress speaks with me in a strange manner,
obviously she thinks that I am weird.
After I turn my back to her, she wishes me a happy new year.
I make the effort to look back and wish the same to her.