Broken hours,
mutilated
for something we didn´t choose
but fed.
Vertigo
every morning,
hope
every night,
and in the middle
stars,
mourning,
dreams.
Fear.
Silence.
Minute´s silence.
Stories with a soon ending,
robbed stories,
murdered.
Far away echos
from a present live.
Reality.
Close voices
from future lives.
New reality.
Fiction.
Silence.
Courage.
Offerings
with proper name
and improper payment.
Angels´ wings.
Angels in the sky.
They.
Other distances
are shaking postponed hugs.
Bodies
that have learnt
to stroke without touching.
Silence.
Tomorrow is...
Silence.
Just today...
today.
Silence.
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