Inside of Aldo’s life
The curtain doesn’t rise anymore
After 14 years
And it is so painful for me to see the fall
And to live with the fall every single day
I am aware that I can’t get rid of the pain now
Because I have to live with it every inch of the way
Even though the curtain that rose in my life
For 14 years is not there anymore
Because
Somebody ripped all the way into rugs
That is so ashame
Because it was part of my fame
That somebody is dying to have
But I wonder who?
Of course who else would rather have my fame
Than my enemies
Here in the world of poetry