I chew branches,
cut broccoli,
I like the cold
now, a little.
For a while,
it leaves them still.
The sky fell entirely
and they didn\'t warn us.
Waste of hours.
Cronus goes backward.
I would like to take care of them all.
Impotence
devoured me and spat me out:
useless,
made me understand
that in reality
I crawl,
and crash into everything.
My chest,
split in a desperate scream.
My lungs,
melted.
Was it the end of reason?
I couldn\'t do it.