In the fog of an insecure glance,
a tear was set.


A damp appendage of complex pain,
eternal anxiety, recurrent asphyxiation.


The watermelon smile
aims to hide an abyss
of fears, which trembles
among the alcoholic walks of an abstinence person.


The day emerges in grey
for those who have transcended pain and loneliness.


A renewed grey day
dawns in the silenced sadness
of those who, living, only imagine suffering.