I Was Close. Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

and... Magdalene,
for you, this number didn't come out.
after what you started it,
since you know,
that you must lose.

yes, I am talking to you.
don't do such a face like then.
when you cried, by the table,
but these weren't tears of joy,
or of the triumph and... rather, than

that lack of whiteness
in the hot summer and perhaps...
unimportant what.

change the hairstyle and the

photographer,
because it is necessary to work hard`
that it was well watched
with the naked eye sensitive,
to unpredictable contrasts,
and shades, of the two-faced nature,
caught all of a sudden and stopped

in the staff, of nosy pupil
you are strengthening your distortions
and phobias,
the in favour of ones
for which you are only,
an artificial puppet,
losing values
for which, it is worthwhile living

I am saying you goodbye,
to Magdalene, with short hair,
actually... for you is to the face.
so... certainly...