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