Somebody told me
you don't believe in magic.
I'm inviting you
to watch my show
and I will make you believe.

I

I will not eat swords
but I know I can swallow dynamites.
I have tasted them,
a farewell,
from her bitter tongue.

II

I will not pull a rabbit in my hat
but I know I can pull million daggers.
I have pulled and thrown them away
for noone wants hurting memories last.

She also have thrown them away,
the cards with a different shade.
She left the hearts painted in black
and the spades were covered in red.
She plucked the clubs, the ties we shared.
Crushed the...