When I wake up
and the nights find me
far from sleep,
delivered, to the embrace
that the bed gives me,
I am fighting battles
against my body.
I lift the weight
of my burned flesh
through a thousand hells,
I lead it to the street
to let it cool down
and I light up a cloud
against my nerves.
And the smoke twists
and then draws figurations,
the passersby transform
into vultures and sharks... .
vultures and sharks.
I feel approaching
monstrous presences
everywhere,
vultures with human faces
and no one's eyes,
sharks with hands
full of hunger.
The day is born,
the shadows are gathered
behind the portals
and the mouth of the wolf
hides its jaws ...
a smell of defeat
perfumes the air.

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