In chains

Motto: Can you believe that I refused life? The sentimentality of the step that the earth is still swallowing, has caught my eyes, and now all I can see is a chain of fiery grins, a chain of fake people who were caught in my dance, looking for fortunes and cleaning their feet from my soul



Sometimes the word stands in a row
Waiting for the fall of the chain
Or maybe a life
To rip it off tears
As if it could not allow the pray
Of resting between the ribs
Like people
Or like something much easier to be
Sometimes love stands in a row
Waiting for the return of the trace
An eye to look for the returned
As if it wouldn’t know the life
If not in the circle of the twin steps
The stairs do not burn the sills
Then how could we know how to burn?
Sometimes the woman fills her hands with her soul
Waiting to see her skin wrinkled
To the wind
Or to the rain
As if the torment gathered in years
To change her into an angel without wings
But it’s so rooty my face of clay