Biography of Loneliness

I arrived last week

and I tasted the unceasing rain

which only today

started to clear

over the grey land

and I’m using this

moment of brightness

to tell you

to tell you that

the museum atmosphere

I breathe

makes me shrink

my hands can only grasp

the silence in which

I was born.

 

Thilleli G.

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