The Sound of Silence

Daddy finally built a fifth wall
right in front of my left window.
Why do I call the window “left”
when it is the only one?
I guess I like to pretend that I hear the sound of silence,
just like every kid on the block pretends that it lives
a life from a dream.

I tried to hug my dad many times.
Today it was six thousand and seventh.
It seems that he neglects my arms
when they open towards him.
It seems that I forgot who I am
for six thousand and seventh time,
but daddy, don’t worry, I will reach my final destination;
I will hear what the silence sounds like.

Kids with a yellow ball
are the worst kind of enemies.

With whom am I going to scream
when I’m too old for a grave?

I guess that I can pick from boys on the street.
It seems that I finally hear the sound of silence.

The Sea

No one can see what a sea can see.
No one is as big as the sea.
But just for the sake of having fun,
let’s prove the information we said out loud:

Little boy, get your hands off of that white inhaler.
It does you no harm,
it does you no good,
and if you want to kill yourself
better try searching for a compass in a wood.

“Which wood?”

The sea;
it is a wood made out of living things.

A plastic bottle, a TV, a smile, a dead body -
they can all grow and breathe in the sea.
And you will never be able to join them
if you keep justifying your disease.

The sea has seen more than you did.
Don’t you want to be seen by the sea?