We were all normal
before the impact,
rejecting the life that occupies us
today,
wild,
desolate,
with a lightning that interprets,
invades
and breaks our souls
as if sacrifice
was destiny of the past.
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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...
