The Old Man

the angry man don’t say one single word
because has no one to hear him
maybe he don’t speak the vow  anymore
and simply gave up….

pergaminho
even the poets don’t remember to write about him
all pens fall in silence
all books are closed
in pages ~unfolding~  in blank

white…white…..
the effect  of so many desires…..

fall down the sheets from the shelf
they fly searching for others hands
to complete itself.. to write the verses
they missed the ink and the wet
needed for remembering

dropping in  autumn ~ as  petals  ~
felled by the indifference

~in response~

not even one sound…
when touching the ground

and as result….

the angry man so..so.. old
slaughtered by the own silence

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