We had so much to say.
We who were not allowed to speak
What in understatements
it took like a mountain stream
You controlled the pronunciation of gestures
I read greedyly
From the bullet on which your fingers were whitewashed
I hid mine in my hair
only pupils did not stay silent
about trembling understatements
Like they don't know anything.
Our 'losses'
and betrayed us.
And they came besides far in tears
We lost sight of each other.
To live with 'losses'
Fools
