remain bad because
not feel I belong to any of these fucking churches,
not feel my roots sink
in these meadows burned
do not feel pain when
the chill of this place
would redden the cheeks,
to continue to live.
a dead body is swollen
that drags, dangling:
he vomited
the hole dug in the sense that my chest.
weigh.
I have never worn the soles on the asphalt
of these open squares,
I never played hide and seek fund-
hoping not to find ever-
behind these houses when I was
still a fucking child
I never counted the steps
that separated me from my friends from school
nothing more than tools that serve
to think of becoming the best person of all,
a day.
pertuttoilcazzoditempovissutocosì
I realized
of that body.
have distracted me
the drip of blood that fills our world
now, the jealous
poured into my bath
and immergendomici,
forget how to donate.
Kamrusepas
Kamrusepas