by Alejandra Mendoza Rais
You, the one that lies alone in bed
You, the one that feels everything
You, who thinks
Stop
Stay serene so madness ignores you
Do not let them in
No, do not let them in
If you allow it then you can smell death
You smell autumn coming
They all want me to smile
the bliss is forgotten
This tastes like sorrow, and
Once again you are alone
you think
another piece vanishes
don’t think