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…
His face has shrunk
And his nose now stands out
Like a fish with a cigarette.
His face has shrunk
And the lips have curled inwards
To guard the teeth still standing.
The cigarette keeps burning
And the fish refuses to drop it.
The cigarette keeps burning
And kisses his lips black,
His face black,
And his eyes hollow and soul-less.
His mouth lies open
And the little soul that remains
Escapes
From a body
That has sinned to itself.
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