Live today
in despair
provokes desires
to die.
When there is no
ways
to cope with
the negligence
and cut the rot
of lives at ground level.
When infinite pain
truncates
the complicit smile
of the days
and with tears
and sleeplessness
it is believed to have spent
all the alternatives
without anything happening.
In despair:
it seems impossible
to drink coffee
on a boulevard in Marseille
after having visited the Louvre
and to observe La Gioconda
with the clinical eyes
of never.
You can’t
plan a vacation
in Gardens of the King,
you can’t let go
a canitas in the air
at night, in Varadero.
Sadness is not linked to joy...
How long does doubt last?
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When I close my door
ŞiirI 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...
