2018.01.14.
Sadness
It's cold, I'm home all alone,my friends are far away...
Winter is a cruel scythe
that reminds me that yesteryear's dreams are rusted,
of acidic strawberries and birds made from cotton,
dreams of mornings made of honey and plums,
we must recover them...those dreams...
The window weaves the heavy rain,
a capricious flurry...
'There's no place for people like you in this world'
said the swindler of the employment office.
It's cold, I'm home all alone,
my friends are far away...
I curse each moment of the everyday comedy
that pushes us towards conformism,
it's a bad time for dignity
but can't remain hunched over,
sadness is a forbidden feeling
for people who try to make a living every day,
depression is a bourgeois luxury
incompatible with the working class...
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- Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation).