Atlas of the anatomy of the pain
Atlas of the anatomy of the pain The body is a map of the painwhole atlas of continentsmacro description of shadespart by part like you are describingislands inside youBermuda triangles in which you looseyourself, the hours, the boundaries, and the pain thresholdslike you forgetthe routes paths by which that pain are moving inside of […]
An avalanche
An avalanche When I thinkit’s the peakof the mountainof the pain,it’s just started.I am a Sisyphusextreme ski sportsmantrying to avoid obstacles,running away fromthe avalanche,just to be draggedagain there on the top.I am not on thetop of the worldI am at the bottomof myself diving for breath.Between thesetwo poles,it’s the equilibrium.
Analgethic
Analgethic Sometimes rhyme flowslike hours you don’t want to stop.Today eternity is every minute,pain is liquid, fulfilling the reason.You are searching for the words in the base,but the search is just returning the blank.Spasam is a hardcore beat, isolating the left side of me.You want the flow, but silence is just a deep void.Beside […]
Red dress
Red dress Instead of makeupI am wearing pain.Maybe I am born with itjust because I am a woman.Although pain makes me bare nakedI won’t wear Chanel 5 to cover it.This is not haute couturethe pain is an ordinary dress.Too tight, because you wear itfrom my teenage years.Until now. You want to overgrow it.But the […]