They dilated my pupils
and I dreamt of Picasso
he scolded me
with his terrifying
character,
fingers
rumbled
like a sentence.
Then I went to the apocalypse
and they forced me
to wear blue colors
despite my craving for red.
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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...
