from there I turn myself tired without the sky listening to my
sins the next train passes by here only tomorrow
and today it did not bring me any novelty I was once close to myself
and it did not hurt me I know
that in every tomb there are interrupted hours
a riot
the green so alive
pain
the photo on the cross
now a foreign figure
cannot look me in the eyes
Mom close the window
they already sat at the table
and there is no place left
