Yes, he is right,
you are a feminine tree
(it’s so useless
to start listing
attributes,
everybody understands
what feminine means)
I squeeze the rays of my eyes
through your adorned branches
(I am struck by the milky
colorless sky,
it hurts this inappropriate setting,
has the color of
failure)
Avid, I breathe through my nose
the cocaine of your delicate smell
(again
disappointed,
nothing passes
the crust of my aging
nostrils)
I close my eyes,
waiting for the promised silence
(liars,
where is the peace
that comes
packed
with beauty?)
Another time,
whispers the voice inside me
(ha ha
you think I don’t know
that their splendor
only lasts
two days?)
huliganii 