No one of us all, is invulnerable
be aware of it and say thank you
be able to say it, I'm fine, I mean it
Sternum and non sternum words,
you can t say that I love them less,
how they suffer, I am aware of it
words know it too, listen the shouting
of the poet, not humans only
but words too, are tortured and
buried, like dogs on a street asphalt
anticipation
Maria Panoutsou