The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
We bring new creatures into the world
And make them see things they shouldn’t.
A bug squished on a wall
Painted first the first time,
A microwave
heating until it catches fire,
A man and a woman
Breaking empty bottles on each other's heads
While the creature in the blue cloth
Cries,
Cries,
And cries.
That is the moment it realises
There is no one for it.
That is the moment it realises
Crying is a solitary act.
That is the moment it realises
The world is not so innocent
And that it should be like the world
To be in it
Alive.
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