We accumulate pain,
grandparents,
my brother and I
with wounds
in the open
going through
cold
hunger
and other necessities.
The days are prolonged in the dust
like the voice submerged in the waters,
where no one
even if they try
utter words.
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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...
