This marble, we painted it with all black paint. do you remember
The one that sparkled in the sun in and out, playing hide and seek behind the clouds, of any difficulty...
Sparkles at the beginning.. Demystifying our truth at the end…. The bright moons that bathed our hair are over, the chairs that accommodated our bodies are empty...
We have chosen a cell! Hey, you don't call that life…..
Courtism breathed, it too was forbidden, in the isolation of the prison we chose to live.
Fear of the power that dominates us ..Hormonologist and hormone therapist, an accidental lover...
Corsair, only for the nights, because full of loneliness, it is.
the glass.
We filled our nights, alcohol and nicotine, to escape from the absurdities, which nightmarishly dance in a circular dance and from our mind the endless complexity to get rid of... Words like barbaric conquerors of our sensitivities, they beat all around....
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