The other year today in the day of Blue Monday, I listened the Flunk’s song – Blue Monday. Do not know why, but  I listened again, as I wrote under hypnosis. I reread the poem or rather what it’s intentions were and I felt a sense of shame, like I’m naked in front of everyone in the main square of the city. My intimacy without veils. After the surprise, I wrote the verses that automatically tried to express that my state. I published the second paper, but not the first. The second paper speaks of the first that has not been done to see anyone until now. And after a year I expose him, still do not understand why I had that feeling. And maybe I touched something beyond me.

 

FREEDOM

 I bent

by hands

Swing

for the error

that was believed.

I treated

with crap

by empty

words

for the hypocritical

voluptuousness,

I reversal

isolated

requests

nursing

which are reverse

on deaf

companions.

I wish

instead

a ship

safe,

for routes

without yet,

that are far

by orders

of greedy

fidelity.

 

This is the script that later censured the first written:

 

SHAME

You know when

is too addictive

and you do not want to post

an idea, a script

or a poem?

Because it is too

direct

and defenseless?

Here this time

poetry does not appear

although present,

but this is a sin

not offer the music

in this moment

acrid present.

To listen Flunk – Blue Monday, you click HERE