Things are totally out of order
Cold winds are here
there's always a downpour
and I hide under the wings of my umbrella
I went to the hairdresser's last night
and got a new haircut
they made me medium fringes
and cut my back, long and short
they made me look like a doll
pretty
without any remarkable mistakes
they did whatever they wanted with my hair
and i was a model between their experienced hands
hair creams
and long mirrors
and a hairdresser's assistant
photos of ugly women
with arabic make up on their faces,
turned into dolls
on the walls.
but the walls
where the only distance between us
and the world out
which was too cold,
too hopeless
too close to death.
