Don'T Wait Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

don't wait for me,
because I don't have the time
for life put away
into the ossicle,
as the underwear.
in a wardrobe
forget, because this way
it is necessary.

I won't become different
even in the golden cage.
I am a space, with vastness,
with joy and the curse.
I am a child of the black earth.
she often,
serves me for the cradle,
being a sensitive mother.

I am a child of the fire,
starting fires
of mind and desire.
with child of water,
which is extinguishing desire.
with child of the death.
it keeps me company
every day...