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Sky in a box

 

I took the sky and I saved him

inside my box,

I tied the sky up so he could not escape

 

I am walking on nails,

My body does not bleed,

 

and I do not know who I am.

 

I took the sky and I saved him in my box

and I tied him up so he could not escape l

 

And I hide my poem in a place where nobody can go so the Painter cannot steal it

 

The Painter

Has found my box

Has stolen my sky

has destroyed my box 

and now he is looking for my poem 

 

And enjoys

because  he has been awarded his prize

 

But I hide my poem

in a place where nobody can go

Because the Painter wants to steal it

 

I am walking on nails

and I do not know who I am.

 

And no without my sky

Where do I go?

 

I look outside, 

the cloud has become rain,

The earth is trembling,

and the city is bleeding,

 

And now that I do not have my sky

Where do I go?

I am walking on nails

I am walking on nails

Rain Cloud

Contemporary art. Cristina likes to investigate text in her work

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