Empty house
Justa empty space under the sunset light
Silence after the noisy illness
Motherhood with open arms leaving the smell
Between the plants
Under the chairs
Over the pillows
Love for free in every single nook
Empty house
Just emptiness going dark
I need the strength to go ahead
In this second chance
Of limp stick out of control
After crossing the black lagoon
The father artist under the sound of the waves
Looking at the sea
Empty house
After plastic probes crossing my naked body
Needles connecting my wrists
Staples joining my wounds
Enjoying the crowd in my bellybutton
After pain and sweetness
Alone against the future
Love still being the only way
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