Today is my birthday.
With the coming of spring,
with the first rays of sunshine.
New roads are opening,
the voices are heard loud
Old wounds are softening,
gazing into the depths of the sky.
I open the windows of memory,
lest we forget
from the drumbeats
and flashy statements
disguised Minotaurs.
I also open the door of my heart,
although it was always open,
without protective railings.
For centuries, thousands came and went
torturers and useless armies
who pretended to be messiahs, saviors
and eternal loves.
I'm setting the table.
I laid it out every day.
with bread and roses.
Bread is constantly running out
and the roses are suffocating
in tight shoes.
Me too, writing in the sand
in front of a noisy sea,
that carries dreams
feminine gender.
Every time I call
Let the celebration begin.
Hormun
from doors and windows
bird calls
dripping
blood and pain.
They take their positions.
They are waiting.
fair trial
for a place in the sun,
from a one-eyed world,
who insists on anniversaries
without any response.
photo PicElysium, https://pixabay.com
