Monday, August 31, 2009


There, in the middle of the life I abide.
No wisemen to speak with.
Everything is ruined.
Material, spritual.
Although bleeding, can't run back to my parents for consolation.
No father to take me on the laps, no mom to embrace, no sibling to lean on;
No doc to dress my wounds;
As Mika said,
no hope no love no glory.
No success, no benjamins.

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