In the tiny room, Divided by four
Darkness is lying on the floor,
Silence knocks on the door,
Even the winds are all asleep
stale air is cold and deep,
There is no one to kiss.
She kisses the wall.
In the sleep, she dives into dreams with unshut eye,
She was told not to die.
But no one told her, why..
She was told to live
But No one told her, why..
So, Day after day, in the universe
She wanders like a ghost,
With no gold in her purse.
Invisible but breathing!
Unloved but loving,
She came to a wishing lady
Shameless to meet the curse..
On the street, she was dying alone
She did not own, nether belong
To anyone in the world!
Only songbird's sorrowful tone,
And name, scrambled on the stone,
reflects what we really are,
Under a lonely morning star.
After novel by Clarice Lispector
“The hour of the Star”
Macabea
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2020
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