Brazilian poet daring to write beyond my own bell jar. Please, become my Patron so I can keep on it: https://www.patreon.com/giulialisto
Turned inside out
I’ve been screaming
But, perhaps, in a different language.
One nobody knows nor cares to…
Absence, that is what I don’t want.
The silence you leave in the walls when you leave
Through the door.
I thought, perhaps, time was something I could mould.
Clear as a shattered crystal, I believed to see the…
So many stones have gathered in my pockets
And many more in my hands.
They have titles of their own.
They have rooms of…