Thick layer
A thorny bush has spread along the path.We will be more comfortable barefoot.
The last gust of wind. Unwittingly we go in search of the sun.
Delightful as it may be.
Medals will pin on our foreheads then devils.
Curiosity of the allogarithm of suffering,struggle and then the consolation prize.
Heredity of error.Deformation of pulse and form.
Symbols of peace and chaos.
Buried by a thick layer of earth, nothing surprises anymore.
The barbed wire imitates the victor's crown.
Its memory returns with a force difficult to define.
At times, words are a desert without a shadow of hope.