In chains

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