I 've lost my metron drowned
Of the Anger, the Fear, the Boredom
In the very bottom of my Stomach…
I've been consoled with materials
Which increase my fat tissue.
What a tragic irony, however!
What disappointing connotations !
How a delicate soul
Can survive in suffocation?
The space inside me
Continually is limited
As the outside is being flooded
By the accumulation of my
Useless unsavory flesh.
My breathing tends to zero.
I often get angry, I keep only
My desire for Chocolate
As an impregnable and invincible tower .
Χρύσα Βελησσαρίου
The universe that I try to absorb giant
for I can see how much
I am and reflected in the speculate image,
only a limited space.
And gradually perceiving how can,
overcome by anguish of want,
the all in a moment now I see,
circumscribed, but searching beyond.
Could still have some way to bring
the immensity that either
I seek or to expand my step into the whole,
or even reduced my desire.
But when perceive myself restricted
and the world inexhaustible,
I resume on the trail inside the soul
and I have nothing,
except what my place,
virtually nothing...
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