Miriam

Old books tell
That man doesn't live 100 years
That suffering is his punishment
And although Miriam still can't walk
Her eyes already reflect all the anger
Of her truth
And when Miriam turns six, she feels nothing
When her father forgets her condition
And seeks refuge in his pillow
Miriam feels nothing
Miriam can't say no
Miriam is scared
But how long life is if it's sad and time stops
And there's no corner to hide at least the face
And there's no shoulder to rest the head
You always drown in the same sea of
Sadness
She writes some verses asking for help
But no one reads them
Everyone tries to hide
And even though everyone calls you a criminal now
Six robberies are enough
I'm dying to see you
You no longer feel pleasure
No man is enough
Even if I want to hug you
To swim against the current of your infected blood
By a needle that understands you
That doesn't make you think of anything
And that leads you to death
But how long life is if it's sad and time stops
And there's no corner to hide at least the face
And there's no shoulder to rest the head
You always drown in the same sea of
Sadness