Shrubs protect the back door
muscular guards close the bolts
We live concealed in the middle
around the square of the sky

above the well in the courtyard
Sometimes a sparrow hops in my hand
All of us count down the years
We have become a woman

without the permission to be so
for everyone who kneels
before the fire of the earth
burning for the unity

of the country, the bond
of the great men
who knock the code at the back
the men we wash on the bed

in words of praise
We take off our robes
and kneel before the throne
of their hopefully infertile power

People come here only occasionally
They bring money, night and day
the front doors are open
adorned with gilded carvings

I cried at the farewell
Daddy's hands on my shoulders
mama's kisses on my head
I was a chosen child

but I didn't cry for joy
I cried for all the years
I dedicate to the fire
in this temple of support

This is my fate
in a holy covenant
with the fate
of the others

A cornucopia of wanderlust rushes through your heart
And out comes the sing of a daisy-covered alter
Bleaching the wind beneath your limestone arches
Giving rise to the spindling spider unburdering its web
Let yourself be cuddled within the feral carnage
Of a crawling lullaby seizing the perfection
Only crafted by a darkened rainy day prolonged
By the flutter of a butterfly's wing in the night
A twilt knighted fighter emerges through power
Of outdated appendages ignorant and stumbling
Into the daytime needed to cleanse the confusion
Of his or her worship in the picture of a castle
As if it is her as if it him as if it is only an idea of reality
Plastered across the pages of another digital escapade
Landing in the marshes that make up your life now
If only you could be found in that messy forge

im not strong I fell just like my tears for you

I saw the earth swallow bodies,  
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.  

I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.  
All was just a dream,  
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.  

Like hell built in diamond bricks,  
And doors with every beautiful color.  
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,  
Even in the absence of peace.  

It was hell , it is, and it will be,  
Until we're ripped apart,  
With scars on our delicate heart.  

Until we start losing ourselves,  
Until we feel more than confused.  

Then later, we are forced to see again  
And it's better  
To sit with our demons again,  
But not in hell  
But in heart.  
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.

The promised city

for beggars: there are no roads --


leading there at all.

In the fake village

where no one lives, the garbage --


truck comes every week.

Blessings rest upon

the great king, the eternal --


flame burns night and day.

The replicas are

very precious: they protect --


the original.