The last fire
that raped my city...

You go from a corner
to another, as my eyes watch...

I usually command you
to bear my burden...

Quite disturbing,
the wrinkles on skin. We drink...

He stared at me,
the way a physicist would stare...

I am more like
a surreal painting...

When things start falling,
the ceiling crumbling...

I never said this, dear martyr,
but I still remember when you punched...

It feels light to you, doesn’t it?
The weight of this...

In funerals,
I’m used to wearing...

This is my first attempt at writing Deutsch...
There it is...

He’s explaining to me why
we’ll be switching from olanzapine...