Filled with courage, I decided to cry out
without sorrow,
to release circumstances,
rages,
fevers stuck in the breath
of a bubble.
Then I began to forget my name,
I felt calm.
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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...
