Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Paper...

On a new and folded paper
who pretends to be old and wrinkled ...
regurgitate loose letters
who stumble awkwardly in already made hollow phrases

On a new and folded paper
who pretends to be old and wrinkled ...
there are things that happen in the shadow of empty stories
there are words,
rebellious, chaotic, scared...
hidden pieces of stolen lives
that being so shaved and scratched
do not feel what they say ...
Nor say what they feel !

P.RestLessMind x(2017)

Winter...

I always fail to impose the absence of me when I crash into my own solitude... ! P.RestLessMindx (2018)