Here

Here, we do not suffer except under velvet masks No one speaks their pain Except to themselves when they savor alone a cup of coffee Everyone smiles wide Duchenne While they remain breathless And seek stable places in the stable places of others Although most of their lives they spend on a train.

Here, we do not complain except with tears of steel Everyone has the best friend a little dog And no one has time anymore or no longer wants to be the most important person in the life of someone.

Here, we do not die nor are there great passages through secret gates because we all are born already dead.

— lemagepoet