I am just a number in this world: personal numerical code
Nothing that I have belongs to me except in appearance
The land belongs to the state, the undergrownd belongs to the state
The house is apparently mine but I pay taxes because I own it
Furniture and other goods are given to me for long-term use
But if I want to throw them away, I have to pay
I pay for the rain, I pay for the sun
I pay for my life with my mental health
And if we're being honest, even death doesn't belong to me entirely
The state take cares if and when I have to die:
They need a warm place? My bed is being prepared in silence
And the family is not informed either.
They just find that one face is replaced by another face
Blessed are the poor in spirit
For they will inherit all that they did not have
But in another constellation

I'm just a number in this world. And sometimes a *****

my poetry is dead and I will follow soon
my words haunt
and I can no longer give them their weight

I always thought I was an opener
that I help those around me, with a word, with my presence, with an idea
but everything was just an illusion

at least if I could cry
but my soul is drier than the desert
barren land on which not even the dunes run

I ground the meat of the words, keeping only the shell for the world
my thoughts run wild to nowhere
and yes, my poetry is dead. at least if I had the forgotness

I can be your paradise
I can be your real life
I can be anything you want
If you let me in

I can be your fear
I can be your strength
I can be your pleasure
if you let me touch your mind

I can be your disappointment
I can be your fulfillment
I can be your devil
if you let me hug you

I can be your dream
I can be your nightmare
I can be your angel
if you trust me

the premiere will have a single actor and a single spectator
the movie is dumb due to politically correctness
and no applause will be. it's actually a complex show
in which the viewer will watch that movie.
and then he will play the last scene.
in the light of the candles ...
  
my dreams were stronger than mine
they passed through the heavens and the seas
without looking back
until, tired of still posing in dreams
they withdrew into their daily lives as useless and annoying minutes
beating the final gong

take my hand
together we can write
another end

the black widow
show forbearance
and the art of seduction

experience does not matter
and nor the desire
she is the expert and you can not escape

come with me
she said, cutting his air

the fullest moon climbs to the edge of the window
too big and heavy as a ****** night

take me with you, the solitude is looking for my veins
but the pain does not accept transfusions

I think I lost my voice
I dropped it and the whole place was filled with vocal

hide me dear night
do not let the haughty-silence to straddle me
in an useless rodeo

he showed us the true face
but now he left us to play beyond the empty eyes

who will replace him
will only be a voice of ash ...

open your eyes let your mind free
and watch the sky
you will see the clouds
wandering slowly
to the end of blue
someday you will follow
same way, far away,
to the end of time
walks without fear
because the light path
knows what you need