Villanelle of whims
I know here and there I stand
to surmount a hurt of unknown
differences, if not something bad.
The devil may go anticlockwise
but, I how dear
how bold, I know I supposed.
Supposing I have to start
start from the past century
then, how many cups of tea or coffee
I should drink tonight?.
Or supposing this country of mine
I wished to change with another, another
how to endure and where.
Or supposing Africa and America
and Europe and Asia and Australia
are continents, how technocracy or aba?.
Like just brother the years to come
the wind a thing, the world
like em, em, em,..........
somewhat is something
which I felt is this sometimes wither
in life.
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