Two days after the hunt ended
on the ground was written
colorful words.
All tragedies were spilled ink
with which fools like me
we washed our faces.
We were beautiful and at the same time we were pathetic
because we believed that first things came first
nothing, nothing.
And what else? s da yes in the jungle
my animal always loses.
She covered herself in bloody pearls
like all women
always victims and slaves
She was me and I woke up © with a kick
I stopped the nonsense
and I uncovered my face.
I was so beautiful and at the same time I was so pathetic
because roses without their claws cannot They are nothing
nothing, nothing.

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