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My Crazy Neighbour
Sitting after I finished my studies Started thinking Looking at the closed window facing me I wanted to write Do I write about Life or Politics? The drops started hitting the window The echo made me think I decided to write about my studies A way of thinking But the darkness outside that I see, And the drops fight Do I write anyway or fear politics? I looked at my pens, maybe they know I sipped some of my drink I see the light and thunder and light dies I ceased drinking Maybe after all, the problem is me People out there fight But is fighting and killing, politics? A feel something moving, wants to grow How do I think? Why my neighbour does shout? He cries. I started thinking "If I respected him, he would have respected me" This savage wants to fight I shouted, shut up I don't fight lunatics. He saw the picture in fact I know The picture, I think. I draw his daughter. You bastard, he cries I started winking The picture offended him, I know. See I draw what I please, my right My freedom. Why do my hand panics? You Stink He entered furious pulled my shirt Told me he will show my real sex by pulling my skirt My hands were alert But damn the one who is wrong is the one hurt I am writing now my hands trembling Why did I start it since I can't end it?
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