A lifetime. 

A death.

The lines of the palm drag a skinny child by the legs towards the cliff 

I could see the marks on his calf

I didn't make it 

I didn't even go looking. 

When they talk about death, you can't forget it

Whose death ? 

I wish mine.

There is a death which is scarier than ours!

In front of the cliff, I.

-What are you going to do to me?

-Whatever the catalog says.

You're built to think you can walk on ceilings  

this is good 

because you can try 

sometimes you walk on walls 

and it's okay that you won't be able to walk on ceiling.

​ Aunt Argine jumped from the balcony

I found her fallen on the pavement 

in two pieces 

bloody lonely head,  

her daughter, Alexandra faints 

she hits her head 

bloody carpet laid on the stairs 

she lives anyway.

She asked me for a knife

I give her the white harmless one 

-Not this!

I want one that cuts well!

scared that she'll find it. 

She found it  

she would kill someone to reincarnate him into a better man.

It is necessary to die  in order to reborn again  in a higher self. 

A dagger 

like a sword  perpendicular to the ground  dead man's hidden treasure.

what scares  me most is the final sound when it snaps into its case. 

Clack!  ​

He seams quiet  as he approached death

he was staring creepily inside him

hiding  the most precious thing, himself!

Patient in the face of irreparable death.

Injured facing hopeless reality. 

Self-harm Oh a great word!

He's coming home

I open the door

with eyes closed she falls into my arms 

I don't know how to save you 

I didn't make it either.

I watch them throw him in a torturous way  inside a well 

head first 

he was kicking his feet  at the edge of the well 

then it was my turn.  

With a gun  he shoots me first

in the heart

after himself 

The shirt is sticking to my sternum from the blood 

logically we should have died.

I grabbed it from his hands

it was white with a long cord

in the hospital they now greet us by our first names 

they managed to sew up my child

me not.

With their breaths in our open mouths  they will transmit their disease We ride in pairs 

one always dressed in red  the other always blue.

I wanted to save my child.

God came down from heaven 

I broke him into pieces.

A girl died

she drank poisoned water

she mocked life and danger.   

I have a pardon

I know!

I can!

I will rewrite it 

I had written before  two similar.

We sit in the back seats In the trunk,

on the back of the car a black bag  with the dead girl

it was an accident.

I fear for my child

I chose a dangerous path

we almost died many times

no one survives forever.

She swallowed 68 pills

I found her blind, fast asleep in the park

blood flowed like tears from her left eye.

There are some places with openings 

I'm worried I won't find her body 

from afar I see her in a white boat  towards  the big white ship

I was glad she was alive.

Where is that ship going?

What is it caring?

How far will it go?