Nobody calls our door
to keep us company,
reject the insane faces
in front of the street,
light between fences
and wild padlocks.
Doctors of dull phrases shelter us.
The daily scene is reflected
in the eyes
of those who look at the fence
waiting for a visit.
YOU ARE READING
When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
