After discovering in her hair
the lice that escaped Juda’s grasp
I don’t want to stain my curriculum vitae,
I no longer like her presence.
I was the one who knew nothing,
I know and behind me, there is an exodus infinitely
hard
where I don’t want to look.
After living upside down,
me, the crazy one? the fool who without realizing it
left one foot behind.
I ask Christ to restore my divisions,
the color of my flesh, the undecided.
I know that cataclysm returns stealthily
like a wolf
disguising itself in fine clothes and an attractive
smile,
but I will do the impossible to pick up my foot,
wash my head and immunize it against lice
and other treacherous bugs
so as not to fall
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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...
