many words can be said about modesty
with the characteristic superego of the modest…

the street dissolves in me
between seed peels and swears the birth of a hope
waterproof, impossible to understand
and yet still abrupt, undeniable
death doesn’t know how to choose
always mixing up the years
shadows run free, lighting up useless candles
while angels loose their wings because of to much kindness
we avoided a child
although the tree can’t thank us
the dogs die in silence
nobody cares
but still
we can only leave behind
the love…