
finding this place, that strange place, it was a corner or a room, a withdrawal from the world, a desire to sleep, to silence, to stretch the eyes, to listen to the stars.

finding this place, that strange place, it was a corner or a room, a withdrawal from the world, a desire to sleep, to silence, to stretch the eyes, to listen to the stars.

If I had a house, it would have lights, which would also make shade, in the evening on the white walls, and the doors would be dark.


Which star was it, she did not know but would stare at it, until the air would be cold (it was on a Thursday)
*posted for the first time in November 2018, reviewed in October 2019

Recent research has highlighted
that nasty people live longer
because they vent their misery
or they feed it constantly
sometimes they are brothers
sometimes they are brokers
sometimes they choke arrogantly
and some others can breathe more calmly