You threw it all away
And you swim in the roughness
Of the sheets you made
The bed you laid on
And so much that you told me!
So much did you judge me
Childish; hysteric;
Dramatic; euphoric
So, I write you today
With no euphoria
With no magic
Without the identity you disregarded
After all, you dried the fountain
But I overflow from what I have and have lived
On the day you decided
To leave the table with the possibility you brought
Because you had enough
Of yourself
You cop out
You think it's all inappropriate
To you, to move on
You are still latent
And so, as I would say in another poem
While I follow my motto:
“Allow me to be!”
You standstill
Convicted to the shelf
Of oblivion
Translated by Sara Fernandes
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