Another gaze observes my innocent face.
The figures are silent and the landscapes darken.
A touch of a drill comes to me
like Antonia Eiriz’s annunciation.
Who can move aside the being with a clumsy stroke
that embeds me to the wall…?
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...
