I am awakened by drowning
the smell of sauce
Tomato coming
from the kitchen table
where it is still
the noodle dish
what last night
I did not eat.
Is that I wanted
to call you
But I didn't call you, I cried
I fulfilled what neither
We promised us,
leave you alone
it was my humble way
to make you happy.
Yesterday I couldn't go to the cinema
it exhausts me
the light, the rows
the popcorn on the carpet
red. I ran
like a crazy
looking for the exit
of emergencies.
I hate action movies
comedies, series
I can't even see them.
They make me empty here
on the chest,
that infinity
reproducing
the same reality,
identical ad nauseam.
I stepped on a woman's shoe.
She could tell that she bought shoes.
I can't breathe anymore
and look at a stained glass window.
They run me over
advertisements and promotions
2x1 / 3x2
6 installments without interest.
They do not insist, I can not
want nothing
that can be bought.
I have become
an anorexic
of capitalism.
Is that I prefer small
the fair, the warehouse
the book, the short, the theater
the little work
that which was made
in a filthy room
because someone dreamed it,
she wrote it, corrected it
and then he mounted it
between friends
lung and heart
no special effects
and without wanting to cause any effect.
A love story,
creation is that:
a love story.
It was for that
that I did not want
you'll be
the one who pays,
the one who serves,
the one who takes care of me.
I did not want
that you bring remedies,
that you suspend your plans,
serve frozen food
and gifts that weren't
for me.
I still haven't read
not a single page
from that book
that you gave me,
because you bought another one like it
and with that you told me
what did you want me to take out
my things from the library,
put my shoes on
and I'm gone forever.
Of you
did not need
nothing.
I just wanted
you're
for the love.