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Misanthropy

from my book called \"Waves\"

1 min lectură·20 noiembrie 2008

Mediu

my lungs are filled with dust and asphalt

with relics and the reek of human bones

our flesh smells like another one’s flesh

and a slimy liquid drips

on the skin that hides traps behind it

some are afraid to take off their raiments

that cover their purity and the animal body

which keep them prisoners

I’m afraid to take off, not my raiments,

but my body which kept me

in a carnal fortress

being afraid of curiosity and filth

the stench of their soul

smothers me and I feel so much more

like it enters in my body

to devour my mature lung

I open the windows of my treasure

to see the green of the sky

and the blue of the trees

through glasses of steel that enslave me

in the cellar of my spirit

then I close my windows

because I have seen enough of the lands

that give me a bitter taste

and a wretched impression with every day passed:

humans are walking dead on their feet

smiling cheerfully in shiny illusions

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Ionut Popa. “Misanthropy.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ionut-popa/poezie/1810903/misanthropy

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