The lips are moving.

Something comes out, and in

at the meal.


Without thinking too much

a natural ageing,

a weekday is suitable,

every now and then

even amazing.


People have died,

injured too.

The caring inside can't help it.

Misplaced lives for the millionth time.


A presence of helplessness,…



The witness in the window

stands in front of the mirror.


A little rain sounds weird,


see how it goes.


Go on with your lives.

So sad, people have died.

An unnecessary fight.