Outside the world is falling apart
time is curdling outside where the
monsters are, you make cakes with dirt
and I think that it is and will be a feat
to gather the coins for daily bread,
I, daughter of the soul, am already contaminated.
I also played like you
I also made cakes with dirt
today I am the idiot who looks at the dollar that rises
like a black sun above us.
But since I am more of an idiot than the rest
(I will be honest with you) I still believe in love
and in the ancient and undeciphered power of the stars. I want to go to your world, my dear daughter,
I am so tired of being an adult. So
tired. And the country is definitely going to go
to hell. And the serious poets will write
things about the struggle of the people,
of the people who think with their stomachs
and who do not deserve to be judged. Make room for me among your things,
my precious daughter, I am really so tired.
I also want to laugh like you.
And play with you despite the monsters.