Chess

I move a white day.

He moves a black one.

I advance with a dream.

He takes it to war.

He attacks my lungs.

I think for about a year in hospital.

I make a brilliant combination

And win a black day.

He moves a disaster.

And threatens me with cancer

(which moves for the moment in the shape of a cross)

But, I put a book before him

He's obliged to retreat.

I win a few more pieces,

But, look, half my life

Is taken.

- If I give you check, you lose your optimism,

He tells me,

- It doesn't matter, I joke,

I'll do the castling of feelings.

Behind me my wife, children.

The sun, the moon and other onlookers

Tremble for every move I make.

I light a cigarette

And continue the game.