I'm sorry
I didn't invite you to watch me fighting
with myself,
though you came anyway,
but I didn't forgive that
and I sent a thought to do the invitation
there is a big party
with clouds on the walls
and on all the roofs
a fight on different voices
a choir of egos
my battle against
the mornings which
heart my forehead
without feeling sorry,
against my past, future or
only passing through
loves which
break my heart
you can't fit neither in
one of my pockets
nor in my dreams
as a person
or even a picture
because I'm full of
myself, all my egos which
keep calling me
for the party
I will hide from all of these and from
myself