I am
a
cheerful
man
with
the
eyes
tired
from
crying.
I am a breath
of dust
seeking shelter,
a toad worm reviled
by humans,
I am proud ray of papa heaven,
a sane delirious one
who observes the equivocal reality of the world.
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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...
