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Margarita, 2020
 Margarita , 2020
video 5.42" - poem

It is a solitary latitude out there.

Exhausted of going to the inappropriate direction

there is a hope that's hopping nearby our destiny

by his side , me walking on circles

begging for the past ghosts to invite me at their party

the worst is that we attempt on holding to something continuously

when change is all there is.

How can I let this viscous experience drop down on the grounds ?

"All there is , is you gazing back", he said

-Was that you, a marble outside your door steps?

Indignant is the shelter of suffering

cover this vigorous isolation 

they run away as they realised there is no more to grasp

I was all ready in their circle squirming with eyes shut.

A woman made from your hands for me

overlaying her eyes with both hands.

Please recall these appealing details

scraping a wound from inside out

strolling with her feet up in the skies in  circles

she was I

she nearly lived by my side

for almost all those years in secrecy

as I was stamping on her

I was devastating her with haughtiness

she never confront

forgiveness she is

she is all I possess

I can perceive her

on the kitchen floor weeping for attention

she disguised, although I realised.

I'm moving her departed body

there is no future

nothing to be done

let me recall dragging her from her long black hair

as you screaming :

"she was magnificent" !

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