Blind

I say bring the wine with your broken bottles,

the traffic lights in green with the subways without yellow lines,

May we all be on the edge of the roof and not count, or close our eyes.

I say jump off a plane without opening the parachute,

and that the letter be an ironic message,

let's be unfair and human,

with the selfishness of knowing that we said five hundred times that everything was water and bread.

I say don't read my poems if you think they are bitter and improper,

because it's how I feel and I have no words to hide it,

nor the intention to do it,

Skip the rope three times, throw yourself in the bathtub and hope that the people who find you do not break your ribs.

I say that if you still have to live,

squeeze it, until the seeds give juice and the shell is ashes in your hands,

make a beautiful attempt on this, write compliments and speeches from him,

create a universe where you can breathe, if it gives you the chance to live.

But I say if you see that I slide along the lines and that my voice feels more muted,

If my wrists are covered and my smile is scarce,

if you witness that my food is a board game,

Don't lie later with false accusations of blindness.

T.A.