Excess of Reality

Silence means protest or consent, and most of all #fear.

I live in a recycled state of political pamphlets and

cheap advertisements about a better tomorrow.

#The core of my heart melted right there in the bathtub next to the razor

from which they overflow over the edge

subjective references.

I managed to create a suit of armor

between myself and reality.

#Only woman in this world

its really bleeds and feels.

No one has yet died of unnecessary causes

of leading #surplus reality.

Spring and Autumn

I was born in the spring,

And I constantly give birth to #autumn by itself,

Morning without a future,

A dream without a germ.

Longing is dying somewhere,

And the breath is released

Outside the walls, he skimmed

#Primrose is yellow.

The light of darkness no longer burns,

Passers-by wear a gloomy shadow

in hoods

Cardboard boxes wander aimlessly

parks, streets and squares

before recycling.

Inheritance of #blood, shaped

with benevolence and a smile.

Speak up! finally in my own language,

in words known to me and to you.

I’m wearing old #shoes

because only they know my way.

The earth bristled in

cadastre and land records.

Enough #cannedtears,

retirement of youth, stalking.