That Horrible Day
on this horrible day
who was born stupid with his dawn of setbacks
I remembered every scratch on the car's body
every slap in the face that life gave me
songs that don't fit well
you just clean and dirty again
that wound that doesn't heal, you know?
let's try to have a coffee
let's try to eat something, you say,
to replace vibration with warm things
by the velvety contour of momentary pleasure
but only this unprecedented discovery saves me
the amazing find
of another precipice full of words
boiling inside of me.
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