I stopped wanting
and the rest is forgotten
my temples sweat when I must
wish for something
even the gravity law seems an obstacle
too big for my fall

I lost almost all my dreams
buried in old rubble
like a deflated ball of an orphan child
running after wild strawberries
until the storm was unleashed

probably in the depths
through the sewerage system
they are transmitting
the despair Morse code
the blood pulse unwillingly pumped
the dreams lost like too large bracelets
found again only in someone else’s yard
smelling like mud and rust

I want no more bitter or sweet taste
I’m swallowing like a paralytic
one mouth full of air at a time
without waking up or getting asleep

my head stuck to the rails
I’m hearing
coming back from the mountains
a very slow train