“The child breaks as a human
and disarms himself as a poet.
He takes the pen as a double-edged sword
on the one hand, he shoots verses, while poetry bleeds;
on the other hand, he heals his wounds (or tries to).
He hits mercilessly, without compassion,
but he does not ask for mercy.
The child resists even knowing that
His own heart is the target,
the target of the shooting.
The child does not cry but his texts
They are moistened by his tears.
No one comes out unscathed from so much sadness that was in his lyrics
neither the reader, nor much less the author.
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Andersson (Pseudonym) (
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Thanks for this dense little meditation on innocence and the enigmatic power of the quill in the hands of the naively fierce poet.
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