21.05.2018
naughty (girl/lady?)
from which earth will it bewhere is your sea? they say:
which is your sun, your air, your river?
my origin was made as soon as something darkened
and when to him i return i cannot find again
every time i take a walk
i lose myself on the path
i deviate, the air is lacking
river, sea, earth, sun of mine
with what i am not
i always go there
the old fragile mirror shattered
and of me there are no more witnesses
that if another stranger, it is also me