CHILDHOOD
Childhood
Immersed in the childhood of my mistakes,
Cannot distinguish an earthworm
From its mole.
I told the tree; my beloved
Then it bent to the wind
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I thought the bird was a bullet,
I threw myself on the ground,
When it flew away.
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I slept with the clock,
So orgasm arriving late,
At the Viagra time.
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I tried to hide behind my shoes,
But it betrayed me,
Moving aside.
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I walked crookedly,
Throwing shadows with a stone,
It bounced back as bullets and bleeding wane moons.
(Translated into English by Suzan Ibrahim)
Prepared Angela Kosta