To aunt Deisi, with the certainty
that I know how you feel.
Let’s sit down, forget the legs and the streets that
mock you.
Let’s shout together until the sky
is moved by our misfortunes.
I already know that _ why to survive,
what’s the point if what begins is an ordeal?
I also know of times when flowers do not
sprout, I know of invisible colors
and of the oxygen that fatigues.
From here we can observe the days when
we were happy
like a ship on a voyage.
We cannot escape the ordeal, let us cry out,
no one will pity us.
Let’s scream until the pharynx
and tonsils hurt,
let’s suffer with the cross inside
and with life in our hands.
Others also inhabit Calvary,
you are not the only one.
YOU ARE READING
When I close my door
PoésieI 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...
