the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
protesting against
tequila
more tequila

ready

you can write now

my mom calls me fat
she has been for a long time
but what astonishes me
is that she has the courage
to tell me
that her father called her fat
too

My heart beat so fast in aversion!
Bleeding in green and white!
If hatred eliminate men,
Then hell dry you up with its flames!

After I looked at the sun
I could see nothing else

You took the cloud from the sky
Where else will it belong?

I heard that new homes
Are not easy to be found.