I want to expel from my interior
everything bad,
fevers of madness,
energies of sin.
The storm of my blood
burning and frozen.
I want to break the crystals
and tear the curtains
to make way for conversation.
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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...
