God loved the two girls at the end of my street.
Everywhere they went, they went together,
hand-in-hand so they didn't get lost,
laughing at everything and nothing
all at once.
He was so proud of them.
They never stole, they never swore,
they brushed their teeth twice a day
and always said their prayers.
It was a gift, said the townspeople,
that two girls as perfect as they were
were born in the same place.
an even greater gift, said they,
that those two were the best of friends.
Long nights spent giggling in rooms with closed doors
was a good thing, back then.
One day,
halfway between their houses
and in the middle of th
Fear
Alongside anticipation
I do not hurt
Believe me
Of life
Or death?
I exist in two bodies
And a leaping soul
Black
Black
Farewell my good will
I forgot my sanity
I forgot my name
But my sins are pure.