New Orleans

(The crisis says)
I promise you smiles, Disney vacations
A beach house with a sea view
Nutella pancakes, such a treat
A retreat to India until you get your bearings
I want to be your nausea, a palpitation
Chest tightness, muscles tense
A lump in the throat, loss of control, tremors
Fluoxetine, panic and dread

Eyes as dark as a well, shades of pitch brown
Pills and ampoules, prayers in the mouth of the atheist
Day that never dawned, blindness of a guide dog
The conversation between a brush and a chemotherapy patient

Make my skin a coat, pear pale
Where being calm is holding the Sun with wax fingers
Port Prince, shivering, chills down the spine
Able to make a Syrian girl love French manicure

In my chest nestles, a fracture on the outside
In seconds, the Holy Supper becomes a drink in hell
Katrina drowns New Orleans as it breaks through puddles of tension
Bathtub with ice, cuts at kidney level

Adages of Cain, the cream of fear
A pedophile teaching a child to spell secret
Sheets smelling sour, Diazepam, Cohibas
Yesterday it was Moulin Rouge, today, Emilio Ribas

Suicide notes, turns the pharmacy into a shopping mall
Kiss me like needles kissed Janis Joplin
Touch me like Robert Johnson touched Satan
And while I pray he offers me apple pies

My cold sweat is the Taliban shooting another Malala
The space between Malcolm's chest and the tip of the bullet
I've already dug my ditch and before the picture gets ugly
Tell God to pick up my prayers from the mailbox!

(My head in the midst of the crisis says)

You thought I was a scheme, I saw you fall in love
You thought I was your partner, you saw your home in me
I'm going to be your problem, I'm not your passion
I'm going to mess you up, take the floor from under you

Each crisis is a teenager who turns bulimia into a new love
And he sees a mirror in the toilet every time he vomits
That freaks you out when you think: Beauty is something internal
And with two fingers on your throat, it shows you how beautiful you are

Every crisis is a ballerina
Dreaming of his debut in a European company
Every outbreak is discovering that your life is battery powered
And the walls of the box are your only audience

Every crisis is a mother with cancer
Telling his little son that heaven is on the second floor
Each outbreak is when the child discovers
No matter how big the ladder is, it never gets there

Every crisis is an internal battle
Victory is the first steps, the air of a new beginning
But celebrate every dawn in silence
Because in nations at war there are no fireworks on New Year's Eve

(The crisis says)

I turned the smile into an invitation, and what was left for me?
Clean up all this mess, our party is almost over
Don't be like that, I'm not bad, I just did my job
How can you hate me if I promise you heaven?

(My head in the midst of the crisis says)

You thought I was a scheme, I saw you fall in love
You thought I was your partner, you saw your home in me
I'm going to be your problem, I'm not your passion
I'm going to mess you up, take the floor from under you

When someone talks to you about anxiety, depression, panic
Never underestimate
Just because you don't see a crisis doesn't mean it doesn't exist
Listen, be present
One word can define whether the next message
It will be a good morning note or a suicide letter and
This is not poetry