My eyes have seen you again Apollinaire wasn’t the one who wrote a poem at the grave of Balzac and fell down. It was Bukowski, according to Jack Kerouac. Gimme shelter, gimme some truth. Your eyes are green as grass; like the grass on the grassy knoll. Flash your high beams on me and I’m enlightened and delighted, but never blinded. It’s good to be here at the dead of night. Balzac wasn’t the one who said that clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God. It was Syd Barret, according to the Dalai Lama. Keep the faith, keep on keepin’ on. My eyes have seen you again and I’m stunned in disbelief. Will I ever see another day like this? Some days are better than others, and some days are long as a litany. I’m glad it’s over, and I’ll lay my bones to rest. I’ve walked through the night; I walked with the cold wind against my face. I’ll take a cup of hot chocolate over my rum. Just give me another day, give me the hope of life. I’ll do my part in due time; I’ll do what you always wanted me to do. Rodolfo Elías