Isolated in a balcony
slipping silently into the void
in a fall invisible and imperceptible
with a light push by a smile
and a grief from a half ended afternoon
Politeness that kills
Naiveness which hypnotizes
Looking at the endless blue of horizon
I smile as I see my assassination
coming with a shiny noise
and with a thoroughly sloppy sense
of the most beautiful words in the ugliest of actions.
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