I Cry Myself Alive

I Cry Myself Alive

I don`t trust my mother. She came into my life without notice. She left without notice.

The poem needs strong hands,

violent betrayals, I think she said.

Good things happen to you.

You have women who wrap up your skin.

You have friends who know your name,I think she said.

I know the indefinite things and I will write from my memory the bibliography of death.

I am a pathetic show and I have the destiny of a seaport.

I cry myself alive and I strongly laugh of myself...