Letter

These are the days of the virtual relationships The forgotten greetings over the fence The accidental encounters are gone too There is no place to buy me on the web The larva changes its sin again I shall not know it when I meet the parasite Sometimes a message appears From cloud of air - the fruit of the blackberry You have always wanted invisibility Now we have all marginalized ourselves For longing make us happy And we are famous if discovered But I am not lost Like islands still muted about their history There is no like acceptance for the depopulation of the world And there is coffee to make you sleep If you will resist dying to be famous like Michael Jackson I have nothing else to hope for Nothing more to give But a lisening ear to your lament Your loneliness is a echo of the world At least you cannot complain of a broken heart That would be unfair to a year that spent Three hundred and sixty five days longing For a new year to come.