Don’t Overdo It
You, the one that lies alone in bed
You, the one that feels everything
You, who thinks
Stop
Poetry
Tag: 2021
Poetry
Bloody Tie
Cries and bawls won’t save you. I’m immune to seeing
Pain after all my wife went through. You held her
Captive for months, then tortured her until
She bled her organs and soul out. Now you dare
Lie in front of me, and believe you’re unreachable,
Poetry
Bremgartenfriedhof
A simple, metallic gateway
Keeps the dead from the living
Like a prison its inmates from
The save world, and right behind
These bars hide the saine world
Of flowers and bouquets
Poetry
Transformation
It could have been another ordinary morning
like all the other mornings of all these ordinary days,
but this morning was not like all these other mornings
because of its shape or more precisely my own shape
or more precisely the form of my body which was
quite deformed that morning in comparison with
all the other mornings because I found myself in
another body which was not the very same body
Poetry
Growing Up
It is their freshness that hits me first
(the smell, the bright colors that recall
the innocence of a happy childhood.)
Poetry
The Street
I was walking down the street,
The one that you love,
The one where we first did meet
Twenty two years ago