You can continue your way
without looking back,
I have long suspected
how absorbed this story is.
Perhaps you are a humanized bird
that needs to mutate the existing
or a fantastic being
that patrols to make techniques with your body
and to serve as deliriums numerous pillows.
I am at peace,
you can divide your constellations
like the verses of the writer
who has escaped from my memories.
I don’t care anymore.
Kick the door
and with the same autonomy
do everything not to expand.
YOU ARE READING
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...
