Fresias

Daisies
in my hands
eyes of rain
and four dead filters

thistles
on the lips
erases a coffee you never asked for

you asked:
"where is another life for me?
where the sky is blue?
where did I get lost?

let's go to the sea
to another place
I want to be okay
could it be this time?"

rain
don't look at me
this skin
is not my favorite skin

let's go
I don't want to look
it's my face a glass shattered into a thousand pieces
but you already know I don't choose my fate
my summer
my cure of dreams

let's go to the sea...