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
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
Cardboard boxes wander aimlessly
parks, streets and squares
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.
retirement of youth, stalking.