my blood
Silent reminder of my imperfection
The butterfly
Immobile ephemerid
Observing my youth
A girl in a library
Waiting restless
A caterpillar
Growing old and anonymous
Between
Invisible,
creeping through the blinds
You came in,
Uninvited.
Since then
We live toghether
Without mutual knowledge.
Nothing to wonder about:
Souls are not smoking Cuban cigars...