We Are Not Them Poem by Pamella Carvalho Schenatto

Dancing on the balcony.
Drinking in the sound of the anthem of freedom from our blood.
The empty street illustrates the hollowness of our souls.
Under the stars getting drunk in our youth.
Sitting on the floor confessing, laugh of our doing
Sharded kisses, stories, desires and happiness.
This all will be just memories in future days.
Unworried about right and wrong, if there is any.
What it matters now is living as long as we can so this could be re-shared on a different place, but with the same within and then we will be able to laugh again.