Time is ticking closer to the bomb,
our feelings are dissipating
in the seconds that come out
from under the ragged skin caused by fear:
cold, thirst, hunger, the opinions of others ... love,
the only freedom we can afford is waiting.
Yin looking for Yang ...
both, contrasts are equal with compatibilities
closed in two halves of the sphere,
two iris points what comprising the horizon,
two atoms lost in our "perfect" society.
Defeated ...
By the chimeric watercolour with which you draw me
following the appearances.
Defeated ...
By the wrinkles gained in your experiences.
Defeated ...
By your scars interred in your blood.
Defeated ...
The woman with the silky heart
she went to the city where loneliness
it is a mandatory state of mind.
Copyright @ Corina Junghiatu
