"I cried all day in the mirror.
Had entrusted my window to the trees' green delusion.
My body would not fit n the cocoon of my loneliness.
And the odor of my paper crown had polluted the air
Of that sunless realm.
I couldn't anymore, I just couldn't:
Street sounds, the sound of birds,
The sound of felt balls being lost,
And the fleeting clamor of children,
And the dance of balloons
Bobbing upward at he end of their string stems
Like soap bubbles.
And the wind, wind which seemed
To be breathing in the depths
Of the deepest dark moments of lovemaking,
Were exerting pressure
On the ramparts of the silent fortress of my confidence
And through old cracks in the walls were calling my heart by name.
All day my gaze was fixed
On my life's eyes,
At those two anxious fearful eyes which avoided my stare
And sought refuge in their lids' safe seclusion like liars". [...]