generally
I don't have the slightest idea
about the look into emptiness
the meaning of curtains
dust
my right hand
of the things around them in general
about what is fair


I listened I said I understood I smiled I boiled and I cried

letting myself racked by spite and fury
I banged my head against the wall and I yelled straight at the moon's face
in this heavy and yellow air
I am an icy back
and this heap of words - a dead animal

and I didn't look back anymore

you should be feeling me like an onion
from which you bite
even if it makes you cry
when what I could do
capitulates
I would say that love is a sound

that you should be too

nothing but to hear it