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Why is it so hard to keep the trash away?
Why is it so unmanageable
To keep the comprehension of the pain away as well?
Why is it so untrue
That women are the ruthless beings and spirits?
Why is it so unfair
To treat the women as Cupid’s spears?

Why world pretends to overlook the pain
Why world still carries inhumane
Why not to execute the brain
Why not elucidate the pain
Why not to cancel out of my mind all cells?
Why not to, theoretically, transform me into rain?
Why not was born I as a butterfly without heart and veins?
Why not transform all inhumane in ashes?
Why not allow for the pain evolve into a grain
Of salt …
Instead of sea of sediments and deadly blame?

Love
Why not to extricate the word from dictionary
To cancel out expectations
To scratch away the adoration of the pain
To cancel evolution of a cell
To drop the feelings into senseless drain
To dissipate in space
And not contain
Attached through social contempt
The need to Love and be as
Miserable as one can if all of that is missing.

Forget it… the thought is way too long to comprehend
I’ll see you later…and we’ll talk of weather
Rather.
Wouldn’t you be happy then?

                May 12, 2003
                11 : 01 pm. SF
                (can you imagine the pain?)