I have been in prison for twenty-two years,
each day I wake up
between beaches and hotels,
I walk the wild street
in front of the market,
from time to time
I travel through the insularity,
I rest,
no one retraces the room
and from the edge of the bed
I wait for my parole.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
