Wild

love reports
life stories...
hanging clothes
on a clothesline that
the wind revolves!

the wind blows and
shakes the clothes.
your angry voice,
creating mills,
tells stories
in a recurrent
distressed afternoon!

the pain tightens
in sketch lines
and draws plans
in the morning
which muffles.

when the party stops
the silence explodes in me
in a quiet world
telling me everything
that I never wanted to know.

the color runs
unwilling
and the black is made
half white...


PAR