Mar 21, 2011

Souvenirs

Mother bleeds in the newborn,
He leaves the room, as I’m born of the wrong sex
Never thought to be enough
I grow up with names of others
Names, I still recall
And never really understood why I was addressed to them

In the deepest days
I tried to break free and feel no pain
But fell in the broken floor
Got hurt and still feel bruised
I want to live in the new world
I want to cross the ocean
And abandon memories
It always feels lighter without luggage
Touch a new soil and smell the skyscrapers

A glass of red wine can be a good friend sometimes

Errorsubway, 19/3/2011